I find myself at my desk//looking at the same view I previously expressed disgust for//smiling like a fool. This weekend couldn't have happened any better.
Forget about all the sad//depressing//pathetic words I previously slammed onto my keyboard. The near future looks like a beautiful day begging to be enjoyed.
I have to admit that the initial reunion was a bit awkward//neither of us knowing what the other expected. We took it step by step and let the words flow. For once in my life, I listened. I noticed that his words flowed more freely when I left an empty silence between them. I've never been good with silence but I'm slowly learning.
In his own words and my own thoughts, it seemed like we had known each other forever. After the few moments of confusion that greeted us, everything was easy. We were no longer trying to be, we just were. My mind didn't fill with the worries it normally would have. His callused hand fit gently into mine and everything was good.
All those little things. He wondered how long my hair had gotten and worried that I'd cut it off.
I wanna see you. And hug you. And make you smile. And make you laugh. And just lie on the couch next to you. And then just fall asleep beside you. It'd be nice.
"Run far away, so I can breathe. Even though you're far from suffocating me"
"My stomach screams just when I look at you"
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