Room
Hello. Are you there? It's me. I'm just wondering how you're doing. I haven't seen you around in a while.
I think back on the time before I knew you and it's the strangest thing. I can still remember when you walked around the corner and smiled at me. I still remember the first thing you said. And that time you scared the fucking shit out of me, jumping out of no where. Thought my heart was gonna stop. And the time we met in that empty hall and you told me your nightmares and I told you I couldn't remember the last time I'd dreamt. I dream every night now. And I can still remember your voice on that day where everything went wrong, and you walked me home and sat with me and made me feel important. I haven't felt that in a while. And I remember you always showing up at exactly the moment I wished you were there. And that long night where I sat up and thought about you until you called me the next morning. And then the note. I still read it most nights. I don't believe it most nights.
I'm not sure of anything anymore. Except that you scare me. You scare the shit out of me. You have this uncanny ability to make me say all of the things I don't want you to know. It's scary because I'm not sure if you want to know them either.
I think back on the time before I knew you and it's the strangest thing. I can still remember when you walked around the corner and smiled at me. I still remember the first thing you said. And that time you scared the fucking shit out of me, jumping out of no where. Thought my heart was gonna stop. And the time we met in that empty hall and you told me your nightmares and I told you I couldn't remember the last time I'd dreamt. I dream every night now. And I can still remember your voice on that day where everything went wrong, and you walked me home and sat with me and made me feel important. I haven't felt that in a while. And I remember you always showing up at exactly the moment I wished you were there. And that long night where I sat up and thought about you until you called me the next morning. And then the note. I still read it most nights. I don't believe it most nights.
I'm not sure of anything anymore. Except that you scare me. You scare the shit out of me. You have this uncanny ability to make me say all of the things I don't want you to know. It's scary because I'm not sure if you want to know them either.