All the nights I’ve spent huddled in the dark, in this room, talking to you ceaselessly about dreams and nightmares and The Killers are the best nights I’ve had "with" you so far, so much better than that night I lit my cigarette with yours so much better than not remembering holding your arm because we were wasted. I love your brain more than anything else. Word *****, you and I. I wish we could be like this when mornings come.
PS I mean, just talk like normal human beings when our faces are 4 feet apart because when you’re 2 miles away is the only time your sentences make sense.
Sometimes I want to install Facebook Messenger on my face and yours if that’s the only way you and I can ever get past awkward and jittery when we stare into each other’s eyes.