"I love you!", he said. "Really? You love me?!" I said, surprised. "HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!" He said while laughing out loud. "I knew it!", I said laughing, while my insides are dying. It will never happened, I whispered.
She asked “Did you take the trash out?” How do I answer that? I guess. There’s still more here. There are things waiting to be trash There’s things that we think are things but they’re actually trash There are things that I think are things but you think they’re thrash and vice versa We’re eventually going to go out and buy things that will one day become trash Then someone is going to take the trash and turn it back into a thing until no one wants that thing then it goes back to being trash Perhaps it’s because we’re so used to handling trash That sometimes we tend to treat each other the same way