I think about telling her my skin will miss you. Or maybe I want to tiptoe inside your pores and make sure your liver is working. I decide these are too creepy and call her. When the phone rings to voicemail I call ten more times. I decide to go to her house. I break a window with my hand wrapped in tinfoil and carefully sweep up the glass. I build a church with the shards and lay contented inside. After a month of refusing to put donations in the plate I burn the church down. I crawl through her underwear and find a pair that wink at me. They are red and white and look like Hello Kitty. I raise them to my face and inhale so fucking deep. This is when she enters the room with her best friend. This is when she screams. This is when her friend laughs. This is when I blush. This is when I quickly say I’m sorry, this looks bad I know but. This is when she interrupts to say get the fuck out and I never want to see you again. This is not the last time I see her.