Anxiety

How to deserve

At one point we were holding a conversation. 

We were watching your favorite movie by your computer, even though you'd already seen it. I can't remember if I watched it because I wanted to or because it was your favorite.

I had to get an extra chair and I sat next to you with my legs over yours. I pulled them away after a while and you told me that you were fine so I put them back. 

You mentioned a fact about every scene in the movie. I don't think I cared very much, but your lips were moving fast and your curls flipped when you turned your head back to watch the movie again.

I didn't care very much but I still remember every detail.

I still hold on to those moments, you know. The ones that aren't supposed to matter but still do. The ones where you, in some way, somehow, proved your point. That you wanted to be with me. 

Because when you didn't want to be with me anymore, you couldn't even tell me. Didn't you think I deserved to know?