and somehow this isn't the last day of our lives.
me: this is surreal.him: i can't do this.
me: how am i going to hold down a job?
him: what if my dorm burns down?
me: what if your dorm burns down and i have to hide you in mine?
him: shit, nina, they just called your name!
me: i am resisting the urge to run out of this place.
him: go!
me: you can't make me!
him: they called your name again!
me: fine! ugh, i'm going.
him: and we're off.
endless scraps, with his name scrawled all over them.
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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 ]