and maybe one day in a couple years, i'll see you at the grocery store and i'll stop and i'll ask you how you've been. you can tell me about your girlfriend and how college is. or maybe you won't. we'll catch up and maybe some how some way we can fall in love all over again. i remember the last time i kissed you. we were at the football game, and you looked exhausted. school fucking sucked for both of us, yeah? i grabbed your hand and took you outside and you pressed me against the brick wall in the freezing 3° and we kissed. i didn't get the butterflies anymore and i didn't feel a spark i felt nothing i felt no less numb than usual like you never failed to make me feel. we both knew what happened and so i cried. i cried a lot and my mascara looked disgusting and we just stood there hugging until i could stop crying and i wasn't crying because i was sad i was crying because i don't know what happened and i didn't know it was gonna happen just like that.
"what do we do now?"
"we go home."
