"I love you," he always says, and he certainly thinks he means it.
No, you can't go. No, you'll be scared. Stop crying, the movie I like wasn't scary. Stop gushing over what you're proud of and eat your microwaved carrots. Stop caring about stories; they aren't real. WHAT'S WRONG? If nothing's wrong, don't talk so loud. Don't laugh so loud. Don't sneeze or cough loud, or someone will think you're in trouble. Oh, FINE. I'm not going to talk to you anymore.
You force a smile, thinking, Maybe I'll love you when you forget who I am.
Beck Scassellati about 2 years ago
This is the second make-up drabble, since I didn't get to post for the past two Fridays.
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Still working this one out... which makes it delicious.
Jamie Clapperton about 2 years ago
Still puzzling it out too. Such an Intriguing hint of the backstory in the last sentence...