One Step

I find myself reading old emails and feeling pain in the pit of my stomach. It’s never going to get easy, it never will. The phone buzzed, and your message was displayed on the screen, unexpected. I thought it a dream, cause only seconds before I really was dreaming, so I read it for a while, try to make sense of the symbols with my eyes before my brain could catch up. A bunch of ones and zeros, the universal language that came to signify feelings; I looked, then I didn’t. I think it started raining too, briefly, but it did, at least to me it did, cause stuff got wet, and I ached…