I could feel all this gunk, aside from the vomit. Caked like strata on my heart. Hatred made into calculus. Sadness made into veins. Resentment and yearning like boiled cement. I wanted to dive down to where the air was clean and light, to where we began; those spring days in the park, chasing each other, climbing trees, reading books side by side. Those late nights studying together. The bubble that was ours. Radiant. Alive. Tender. I love you. I love you. I love you.