it’s one of those days
these days are my least favorite thing in the whole world
i hate nothing else more
one of those days that i can’t even look at my hands without thinking of you
thinking of how our hands fit together like two puzzle pieces
thinking of how you used to make fun of the way my thumb would bend back further than it was supposed to
thinking of the way I used to squeeze your hand when I was nervous or scared and you just knew
it’s just one of those days when looking at my hands brings back one million different memories of you
a million different memories of us
just one of those days.