Fourteen years after our teenage bodies taught each other how to fuck, I saw you, lankier than ever, in a ratty white T-shirt holding a printed boarding pass, many people ahead of me in the security line at LAX, carrying that same orange backpack we shared through six months in India. I couldn’t tell if it still had my Sharpie’d hearts and The Killers lyrics scribbled along the sides. I ought not call out to you because it’s crowded, it’s Covid, maybe you have a girlfriend, I thought. I can’t spend another decade getting over you is what I meant.
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