But God, I want her to stay.
May.
Rissa may stay with me.
But she may also leave. And that “may” is the hardest word in the English language.
And if she does — I’ll spend the rest of my life being grateful for that one small, world-changing word. rissa may stay with me
If she stays, I’ll get to learn the sound of her sleep. The version of her that exists after midnight, when the walls come down. The quiet mornings. The arguments about nothing. The making up.
If she stays, I won’t take a single second for granted. But God, I want her to stay
Rissa may stay with me.