Billionaires

We always thought we’d be billionaires since middle school. Then they’d pay attention, then they’d notice us.

We never happened after all.

How many years since then did I have less than nothing? I hear in the conversations of people I meet, they have something I don’t. They don’t have to remember the lifetime I lost.

The only comfort I have is feeling the ridges of the crater we left in each other. But something great was there, something courageous. Trust where there was no trust. Saving each others lives and being the only person that believes. Feeling your eyes watch me patiently for ten years for the right time. Telling my dad you were going off to make a fortune and that you’d be back one day.

And now that we both have everything we wanted I look back and appreciate what was worth more than money. That maybe we were young and had it backwards, money was the easy thing and we had the impossible thing already. The thing we wanted to be notorious and have everyone hate us for. Only now I can accept that I was your billion and one.