4lovers -22

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Dear Performative Male Final Boss

Do you think we can still see the world together?

Do you think we can still go to Japan and cycle a portion of the country together?

Or actually,

we’ll never go to Japan to do that bike tour we talked about. The one I mentioned when I first met you. You said, “maybe if we get there.”

We never got there.

We never spent any workdays coworking in Olympia Coffee. Me sitting across from you, sneaking peeks at each other above our laptops.

We never went out in Capitol Hill, then rode home to mine or yours, me holding on tight as you navigated bike lanes on a Lime scooter.

We never cycled together, like Seattle to Portland and back.

We never went to any museums. No galleries. No shows. Not even back to that jazz place.

No talks with a table between us. Your coffee and my pastry. No shared appetizers under dim lighting.

No more laughs and long talks.

Never a chance for those moments that feel like they’ll last forever.