I have flown over your home twice since that day. Since that day you told me you wanted to know how my brain worked. Staring at the mountains below the wings on this plane, I long for them. I don’t long to hike them, I long to hike them with you. But the only part of your heart I’m allowed is the instagram heart on each of my photos.

A like. A simple click. An acceptance of our words and a denial of them.