The Secrets Only We Know
I still go to random hockey games when I am traveling from work, in case you happen to be the goalie for that team that night. You reached out a couple of months ago. Let me know that you moved to Brooklyn just moments after I moved back to the west coast. You send me Instagram videos from bands you see that we used to listen to in your basement in high school. And somewhere between my solo attendance at hockey games and your solo attendance at concerts we would have loved then, we salvage the wild part of ourselves that were so afraid to lose. It’s the only way we stay alive.