Supernova

Whenever I'm on a plane, I think of Jesse. I think of being hunched over my tray table in my window seat uncontrollably crying for hours on end with Me Porto Bonito and Everybody’s Gotta Live on repeat—the two songs I managed to download to my phone before takeoff, just a short time after I had learned he’d died. I think of tremendous loss. I think our final moments together, eating lunch in…