The You in Us
The apologies crept up on us, first gently lapping around our ankles like waves, before subtly creeping up our legs, and the next thing we knew we were forced to retreat or risk being entirely soaked. By now, our house is nearly flooding. Before we met, we know it was always one of us who cried out for forgiveness, while the other traversed the minefield of comforting nothings. We can’t remember which one of us it was back then, so now together we rename the sensitive one “you”.