when i woke the next morning, he was gone.
me: cooper?
me: where are you?
me: i can't believe he just left like that...
me: holy crap, it's late.
me: wait...
me: it's the twenty-fifth. of june.
me: that's the date his mom texted him like a month ago.
me: should i go after him?
me: i think i should.
me: i hope i have clean pants left.
me: that'd be an awkward way to show up at his house. pantless.
me: and i'm talking to myself again. great.
me: now, to find cooper...
pen marked into a coffee-stained napkin
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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 ]
