he didn't know i could hear him.
him: the snow, it's melting...
me: and?
him: i love snow.
me: there was only two inches of it, nothing amazing.
him: in my old town it used to snow five...
me: oh.
him: yeah.
me: what was your old town like?
him: it was small - well, not really. medium sized.
me: riveting.
him: i'm not finished!
me: oh god.
him: it was so nice all year long! i had an amazing group of friends and we used to do all this crazy crap together - once, car-
me: why'd you stop?
him: eh, it was nothing.
me: c'mon, tell me.
him: you should stop being so nice. it's weird.
me: why can't you tell me?
him: you wouldn't care..
me: i do!
him: well...
me: fine. i'll just go then.
him: wait, nina!
me: ...
him: princess?
me: ...
him: .... and she's gone.
scribbled messily over a floral bookmark - dark red pen.
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
