i can't accept that we'll have to leave everything behind.
him: princess.
me: hm?
him: this is our song.
me: you've said that for the last five on the radio today...
him: well, this is actually the one!
me: that's exactly what you said ten minutes ago.
him: uh, well...
me: and i seriously do not understand how 'sexyback' describes our relationship in any way.
him: maybe we should just change the station.
me: orrr we can play that mix cd i made!
him: no one makes those anymore.
me: ...
him: the ninties called, they want they want their mixes back.
me: so i put right in here?
him: yup.
me: that's what i thought. now drive slower, this first song is long and i don't want to go home.
him: whatever you say, princess.
me: you're going to regret that statement so bad.
him: no, you didn't!
me: i did!
him: how could put one direction on here? you know i hate them!
me: oh, do you? you never mentioned that before...
him: god help me, i will pull this car over -
me: stop being such an baby! the next song is david bowie. heroes.
him: i knew i loved you for a reason.
written over paper cd cases
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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 ]
