"come return our ****** shoes." you mutter to yourself
you look me in the eyes with a sheepish smile and tell me it's an "acronym for crocs."
and i double over and laugh because i've gotta say, that's the stupidest thing i've heard in a long time
but **** is it good to hear your voice.
to hear you laugh and feel your hands on mine
"i hate crocs" i say, interlocking my hands in yours "but i'll wear them if it means i get to see you everyday"
you roll your eyes at me shooting back some sarcastic response but i don't hear it
i grab at your hands and i can't feel them
i try to see your beautiful eyes but i'm only met with darkness
darkness and a racing heart at 3:17 am