About Brian.

There was so much to be said that could never really be uttered. Brian was deaf.
This ever present knot in my chest. The growing pressure on said knot. The stress always keeping me at bay.
Barring me from truly feeling alive. Living a life constantly bracing yourself from falling and shattering like a vase full of flowers and ice-water.
Will this dinner party be the night that you make the wrong turn in the hall way? Will he be kissing someone else?
The dual side to this being that he always made me feel alive. The way he would look at me. I guess that’s the thing about Brian.

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