tinder hearts

{ ten }

❝ and so we all matter – maybe less than a lot, but always more than some. ❞ - an abundance of katherines, john green

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do i go over there? what do i do? she's still waving, oh god. isn't her arm getting tired? why am i still standing here? god, i feel like an idiot.

thoughts swarm his mind, and nothing is really making sense to him because she's really here and he's really looking at her and before he knows it,

he's walking towards her.

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he's just standing there. am i not really waving? i have to be or else my arm wouldn't be up in the air. i must look odd right now. oh, he's walking now. walking towards me. that's what i get for waving, gads.

she's watching him walk towards her. her arm hangs limply by her side, her other arm occupied by holding daisy. he's in front of her now, and she sees a sort of smile in his eyes.

is he happy because i'm here or has he just always been happy?

hi, is all she can manage.

hi, is all he says back.

wanna sit down? she asks.

sure.

he sits down and she follows.

it's a kind of comfortable awkward silence.

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a/n: dedicated to banapplenut because she's super talented and sweet <3

a/n: i feel like.. i dunno. it's just not a good feeling, um.