The Dawn to Come

Every first I want to remember was all with you. From the summer of eighteen when I knew nothing to the summer of thirty-one when I learned so much, even the seasons without you felt as if you were deeply ingrained in them. “Nothing good will come from knowing me.” With an indifferent face, you pushed me away like that, but you still don't seem to know that it was knowing you that allowed me to endure those countless days. So you're repeating the same futile effort again. “Did I ask if you needed a man? If you do, will you make me your man?” You need to know me a little, the thirty-one-year-old me. If you're going to look at me with those eyes, the kind I never knew before. “You've ...