he's ridiculous but i think that's why i like him so much.
him: wow, i've never been to a prom that played music like this.
me: that's because emily donahue and i made about ten copies of the song request sheets and replaced the ones that came from homerooms with it.
him: ...
me: what?
him: that's...
me: it's what?
him: that's brilliant! well, evil - but brilliant!
me: if we hadn't, you wouldn't be hearing iron & wine right now.
him: and we wouldn't be slow dancing. you can't do that to lady gaga.
me: we could try.
him: i know we would.
me: i really don't want this night to end.
him: i really want the school to start playing iron & wine instead of the annoucements every morning.
me: slow dancing, all around!
him: exactly!
me: you're ridiculous.
him: you're beautiful when you laugh.
me: a bit, yeah.
him: and oh-so humble.
me: ...
him: want to go take selfies in front of that weird statue outside?
me: you know me so well.
scribbled into a stray papertowel, from the hotel bathroom.
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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 ]
