he's determined to never let today end.
him: nina, don't judge me.
me: what?
him: um...
me: ...
him: when i threw my cap up, it landed in that tree.
me: that's awkward.
him: totes legit, bro!
me: please stop using twitter.
him: okay.
scribbled onto the back of an old 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 ]
