The Moment

In my traumatized brain,

acceptance often masquerades as love.

So when Kevin told me

he didn't love me back,

I knew he had only accepted me.

But I loved him.

And I knew that the moment

we were in his car going to Santa Cruz and

we belted out "Old Town Road"

because that was his favorite song.

I told him I love you,

and he dumped me

days later.

But I loved him.

And in his rejection,

I loved him more.