he can't.
him: it's hard to believe...
me: what?
him: soon we'll be gone.
me: what are you saying?
him: a few months will pass, we'll graduate, and then never see each other again.
me: don't say that!
him: say what?
me: we'll still see each other. there's always skype.
him: you know what i mean.
me: ... yeah.
him: i don't want to go.
me: ...
him: i just want to stay like this forever.
me: ...
him: smiling, laughing, not caring... with you.
me: oh...
him: sorry.
me: what for?
him: i was being weird again.
me: you're always weird.
him: true.
me: cooper?
him: nina?
me: there's still some snow at crossroads hill.
him: and?
me: i'm only going to do this once.
him: do what?
me: let's go sledding.
him: oh! yes! i knew i'd turn you into an extrovert! life - complete!
me: ...
him: i'll go find a sled, wait right here!
me: whatever you say.
him: okay!
me: thank god he smiled.
barely legible, written on the back
of a reciept for cold medicine.
YOU ARE READING
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 ]
