thursday night turned to shit but the train ride home was one of the highlights of my night. i like the way you can cheer me up when i can’t even cheer myself up, distract me from solitaire and the silence that threatened to consume the carriage. it’s like poetry. i like the way we converse, and don’t talk. “do you wanna get married, or run away?”
so so much. i don’t think you see it, though.
i want to wake up where you are.
