10:30 P.M.

10:30 P.M


10:30 P.M.

Do you remember 10:30 P.M the way I do?

10:30 P.M. is when my dad left for work.

10:30 P.M. is when I’d send the text “ Hey, you can come inside now.”

10:30 P.M. is when we’d make a whole meal for a family and share it for just us two.

10:30 P.M. is when we’d pick out our Netflix movies for the night.

10:30 P.M. used to be my favorite time.

10:30 P.M. is when my whole night started.


I used to be in love with 10:30 P.M.

I used to be in love with you.

but all the fights started making the time change.

With every argument we added 5 seconds.

With every tear we added 10 more.

With every whisper of “I can’t do this anymore” we added 30.

Before we knew it, it wasn’t 10:30 P.M. anymore.


Now, it’s midnight.

The night is over.

We’re over.

But do you know what happens at midnight?

Midnight means that it’s a whole new day.

It’s a chance to find time

to find time to find someone else.


Maybe this someone else will make you fall in love with 8:30 P.M.

Or maybe this person will make you fall in love with 8:30 A.M.

Or maybe in the future we’ll fall in love with 10:30 P.M. all over again.

Maybe we’ll come back together and fall in love all over again.

But for now, i’ll try and enjoy my time without you.

I just look over at my clock when it’s 10:30 P.M.

and I miss it sometimes.




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