of all the things i remember about the last time you were here, things that are now growing blurry even as we speak, i remember us walking down the stairs of my apartment building. the longest stairs ever. we were two-thirds of the way down and you exclaimed “god, i’m so bored!” as if we’d been walking down the stairs for hours.

it was a nothing throw-away line. something i should have forgotten. there were countless things that were said that i wish i could recall with that same clarity.

yesterday, i was carrying my bike up those same stairs, and about halfway up, as if you were right there, i shouted “god, i’m so BORED!” and then i laughed to myself.

i hate those stairs.