i think i spend too much time thinking about that idiot
him: that is definitely the one for you!
me: cooper, it's yellow.
him: i love the color yellow!
me: not this yellow.
him: that yellow is lovely.
me: i'm questioning your sexuality.
him: i'm questioning your fashion sense!
me: ...
him: and don't make jokes, it's weird.
me: you're weird.
him: see what i mean? scary.
me: oh, shut up, i'll go put another one on. and for god's sake, will you please stop staring up that girl's skirt!
him: jealous, nina?
me: i will kill you, you know that?
him: oh, that one's purple! i love purple.
me: if god exists- lord help me.
messily scribbled on the corner of a paper bag
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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 ]
