You noticed all the little things about me. I never really realized how much you did until last night. You were talking to Wren real quietly and I pretended like I was asleep because I planned on dozing off but then I started listening. You were talking about the little details of life and you glanced at me and pointed out how I always sleep with my right hand wrapped around something. You told her about everytime I felt vunerable that I flipped my wrists outwards. How everytime I laughed but was trying to keep quiet, I would cover my face. How everytime I heard someone yell or a loud sound, my legs would prepare to run a little.
You kept going, and then finally sighed and stared at me. Wren laughed, calling you a nerd for noticing all those things but also admiring it. A few minutes later she finally went to sleep so you rolled over and I could feel you staring into my back. You finally whispered that I also always pretend to sleep when people are talking so I could learn more about them.
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Of Things Unsaid
PoetryText messages that were never sent, stories never written, and things that never saw the light of day. An abstract short story and poetry collection that take both true events and fictional ones into one book. Book by Addison Snow.
