The moon was full that night and we could see the city skyline. It’s a perfect night, I said, and he agreed.

Perfect nights make me lonely, he said suddenly. My throat caught like I swallowed a bug.

They make everyone lonely, I said, and he nodded. I sighed. Sorry, that was so cheesy.

It’s ok, he said, like it was really okay and he wasn’t just bullshitting me. I thought about how often people are lying when they say it’s ok.

I couldn’t find the words to thank him for not lying. I just stared like I was waiting for something to happen. Janey Smith just looked back with his amber brown chocolate brown black or whatever brown eyes.

He said something that sounded like, wait here. I waited and I waited for who knows how long.

That’s when I blacked out.