Love At The End Of The World -2021- May 2026

I laughed because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t.

I remember sitting on a fire escape in April, sharing one pair of gloves with someone I’d only known for three weeks. The city was quiet. No planes. No traffic. Just the sound of us breathing, and the distant hum of a world holding its breath. love at the end of the world -2021-

And maybe that’s enough.

— for everyone who loved through the static I laughed because I thought he was joking

[imagined: December 31, 2021]

love, apocalypse, memory, hope We didn’t know it then, but 2021 was a year of small endings. Not the dramatic, fire-and-brimstone kind — more like the slow fade of a song you didn’t realize was playing. hope We didn’t know it then

He said, “If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you.”