You were crying and I was trying so hard to cry with you. I stared at the grass, the neighbors watching, the pavement catching the tears I should have prevented. What did my lack of tears mean? I was afraid to find out, but you seemed to know. I said that no matter what happened between us, whatever struggles we had, arguments, misunderstandings, I’d promise you we’d always be friends. I thought of the girl I had fucked the day before. I held you. There would be no words and promises this time. There would only be thoughts of a quiet morning where innocence once met innocence and I was different.