i don't want to go.
him: remember what i was saying, like, four days ago?
me: you mean the day we went sledding, and i twisted my ankle because of you?
him: yup, that day.
me: what about it?
him: it really is scary.
me: i swear to god, i never know what you're trying to say.
him: we're graduating in a few months.
me: yeah?
him: which means we have to go into the... the real world.
me: how can it be any different than this?
him: this?
me: you, me - just sitting here pondering our very existences.
him: nice SAT vocab.
me: i know, right?
him: yeah... but really, think about it. we'll be in college. we'll have jobs. we'll have cars.
me: there's nothing we can do to stop it. though that car bit is pretty unrealistic for me at the moment.
him: where did you apply to?
me: a bunch of different places.
him: you're smart, you'll go to a great college.
me: so are you.
him: you're stronger than i am.
me: ...
him: i have no idea what i'm doing, to be honest.
me: i don't know what i want to do with my life.
him: you don't?
me: why do you sound so surprised?
him: i thought you had some burning desire to be a lawyer or something. huh.
me: nope. that's what my mom and dad want.
him: oh.
me: yeah.
him: well, whatever the verdict, you and i will most likely end up miles apart. hundreds of them.
me: oh my god.
him: what?
me: come here.
him: what? i am here.
me: no, i mean come closer.
him: what the heck?
me: do i have to spell it out for you?
him: apparently.
me: jesus freaking christ i just want to kiss you!
him: who are you - and what have you done with princess?
me: here we are...
him: alien!
me: don't push me away!
him: imposter!
me: my one advance and you accuse me of impersonation?
him: back, fiend!
me: hey, come back here!
written on a stray piece of sheet music
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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 ]
