10:54 AM
i slept and i woke and i slept and i woke. there is a notebook of words and scrawls on my bedside table. inside are post-its and ripped papers inked in to the last line.
do you want to go to our usual place today? it's on you.
- shut up, it's on you. meet you outside.
you look pretty.
- you look prettier.
hey, guys aren't pretty.
- you're pretty. can't change my mind.
can you believe this prof? he's head's in the clouds.
- better place to be than here.
you drank a lot yesterday.
- thanks for taking me home.
so, tell me some of your poetry.
- here? now? in the middle of class?
yeah. hit me.
- your eyes are as black as my soulless heart. leave me be.
that was beautiful. i felt the love.
have you got the assignment details?
- yeah. come over, i'm making dinner.
is your brother gonna be there? he scares me.
- he can't scare a fucking fly. bring napkins.
want me to drive you to work?
- nah, i'm taking the day off today.
why?
- don't feel like it.
want to sleep on it?
- please.
why do we write notes anyway? we sit right next to each other.
- you started it.
did not.
- did too.
you didn't have to answer.
- you'd pout until i did.
will you ever let me read what you write?
- maybe.
alright, what if i wrote you things.
- go ahead. i still wouldn't show 'em to you.
i can't write anything.
- course you can. everyone can write. it's just a matter of finding the right words.
i don't have the right words to explain how i feel around you.
i like how your hair smells. like vanilla.
- well...thank you?
you're welcome.
- oh my god, stop sniffing my hair, you creep.
you didn't answer my calls last night. you ok?
- yeah, i'm fine.
don't look like it.
- i'm gonna be fine. i will.
want to talk about it?
- no.
really?
- maybe.
please? please, talk to me.
- it's hard. this isn't the right time.
it'll never be the right time unless you make it so.
- not now. just...later.
you're sad. i know you're sad. please, talk to me.
- i did, already.
you're not telling me everything.
- really? not now.
i love you, you know that?
- i love you too.
i'm coming over tonight.
- okay.
i love you.
- i know, i know.
you're smiling.
- yeah yeah, rub it in.
we've got summer coming up, summer. it'll be the brightest with you around.
- you're getting better with your words, i see.
it's to impress you.
- i'm not going to be okay all the time, i hope you know.
i do know. i don't mind.
- you will.
i won't.
- no, you will.
hey, hey, smile! love you.
- love you too.
it's been a year and i'm still not (completely) over you.
but i'm trying. i'm cleansing you out of me before your love hurts me even more than it already has. i'm letting you go. i'm letting you go.
do you want to go to our usual place today? it's on you.
- shut up, it's on you. meet you outside.
you look pretty.
- you look prettier.
hey, guys aren't pretty.
- you're pretty. can't change my mind.
can you believe this prof? he's head's in the clouds.
- better place to be than here.
you drank a lot yesterday.
- thanks for taking me home.
so, tell me some of your poetry.
- here? now? in the middle of class?
yeah. hit me.
- your eyes are as black as my soulless heart. leave me be.
that was beautiful. i felt the love.
have you got the assignment details?
- yeah. come over, i'm making dinner.
is your brother gonna be there? he scares me.
- he can't scare a fucking fly. bring napkins.
want me to drive you to work?
- nah, i'm taking the day off today.
why?
- don't feel like it.
want to sleep on it?
- please.
why do we write notes anyway? we sit right next to each other.
- you started it.
did not.
- did too.
you didn't have to answer.
- you'd pout until i did.
will you ever let me read what you write?
- maybe.
alright, what if i wrote you things.
- go ahead. i still wouldn't show 'em to you.
i can't write anything.
- course you can. everyone can write. it's just a matter of finding the right words.
i don't have the right words to explain how i feel around you.
i like how your hair smells. like vanilla.
- well...thank you?
you're welcome.
- oh my god, stop sniffing my hair, you creep.
you didn't answer my calls last night. you ok?
- yeah, i'm fine.
don't look like it.
- i'm gonna be fine. i will.
want to talk about it?
- no.
really?
- maybe.
please? please, talk to me.
- it's hard. this isn't the right time.
it'll never be the right time unless you make it so.
- not now. just...later.
you're sad. i know you're sad. please, talk to me.
- i did, already.
you're not telling me everything.
- really? not now.
i love you, you know that?
- i love you too.
i'm coming over tonight.
- okay.
i love you.
- i know, i know.
you're smiling.
- yeah yeah, rub it in.
we've got summer coming up, summer. it'll be the brightest with you around.
- you're getting better with your words, i see.
it's to impress you.
- i'm not going to be okay all the time, i hope you know.
i do know. i don't mind.
- you will.
i won't.
- no, you will.
hey, hey, smile! love you.
- love you too.
it's been a year and i'm still not (completely) over you.
but i'm trying. i'm cleansing you out of me before your love hurts me even more than it already has. i'm letting you go. i'm letting you go.