you’ve known knox since you were a little. you had moved to the city with your mom at about six years old, starting a late education and living there most of your life. you couldn’t talk to knox anymore. but then, your mother passed due to cancer and you moved back out west to live with your pops.

the old man you once knew as a man that would crack jokes too much and work until his ass fell off hand seemed to change much. he just looked older, smile lines indented in his face like he grinned at every person.

you got closer to know again, though he was older and way more handsome (no glaze) and taller than you expected, he was the same boy you’d mess around with on the big tractors in your daddy’s corn fields.

it had been five years since you moved back; and you’d grown up to get used to knox’s demeanor once more.

you’re at a date right now — i mean, i shouldn’t be jealous ‘er nothin’ ‘cause i let my friend take you out since he wouldn’t stop pesterin’ me ‘bout you.

at the moment, im sitting on the porch of your daddy’s farmhouse cabin. my father is inside with yours, both of the men gettin’ drunk off their asses ‘cause they can’t bear you goin’ out.

i should be huntin’; too dark and late out for that… maybe goin’ out with my buddies;i’d be bored outta my mind there too, damnit.

but i’m rocking back and forth on the front porch rocking chair— a cigarette between my lips and my hat coverin’ my eyes as i tried not to think too much. i tried not thinkin’ ‘bout how you might be laughin’ too hard without me or you’re smilin’ more than usual.

failed. but stayed sittin’ there.