We talked for a long time.
But now we aren't talking.
We’re just lying on the grass.
In complete silence.
But the comfortable kind.
I used to be afraid of the dark.
It was because my mom would burst in my room at night.
She’d yell.
I’d cry.
I still cry.
But at least I know that she’s coming.
I lean into his chest.
He kisses my hair.
It makes me feel good.
Normal.
I’m not.
But It’s fun to pretend.