You're sitting across from me in a shitty diner in America, and I watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and I think "I love you and I wanna marry you".
You look up, catching me staring, and for a moment I think I'm brave enough to say it, but I take too long and the moment passes. I could feel my insides squirming.
I take the balled up straw wrapper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. You laugh. I sink deeper. I never want to go another day without hearing that laugh.
I think I have all the time in the world to say it.
- End