Memory
Like Glass On A Stove
Tom came back the next day, and I was excited to listen to him. To ask questions.
"Hi Tom!"
"You're excited to see me now?" That stung, and I can fairly guess why. I had been up all the night before imagining Tom. How he mattered more than the other guy, because he had come to see me. And I had hurt him, so Tom was important.
"Yeah, you could say that pretty easily." I smiled, hoping he would return it, and he did.
"So, you wanna ask some questions?"
"Of course!" Had I just exclaimed? I had. What was this guy doing to me? He was making me... bubbly. Like in the summer, I guessed. "First, why am I here?" He looked nervous. He wasn't going to tell me.
"I guess you deserve to know, but it's a really long story Mads. I'll come in tomorrow with the photo album." Like that, he left.
I won't lie and say I kept it together when he walked out. I didn't. When the next person, an author, came in, they saw only a blubbering, wet-faced girl. I finally realized that this was where I was, forever.
"Hi Tom!"
"You're excited to see me now?" That stung, and I can fairly guess why. I had been up all the night before imagining Tom. How he mattered more than the other guy, because he had come to see me. And I had hurt him, so Tom was important.
"Yeah, you could say that pretty easily." I smiled, hoping he would return it, and he did.
"So, you wanna ask some questions?"
"Of course!" Had I just exclaimed? I had. What was this guy doing to me? He was making me... bubbly. Like in the summer, I guessed. "First, why am I here?" He looked nervous. He wasn't going to tell me.
"I guess you deserve to know, but it's a really long story Mads. I'll come in tomorrow with the photo album." Like that, he left.
I won't lie and say I kept it together when he walked out. I didn't. When the next person, an author, came in, they saw only a blubbering, wet-faced girl. I finally realized that this was where I was, forever.
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Short, but it's just a segway anyways.