him: what are you reading?
me: nothing
him: well it's not nothing, it's a book.
me: that is a thrilling observation.
him: you're such a killjoy.
me: yeah.
him: but you're my killjoy. so don't go tumbling all over anyone else's day, okay?
me: you're an idiot.
him: and you love me for it.
me: shut up.
{ 4/13/13 - i want to remember this before it's gone. }
YOU ARE READING
little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
