pink composition notebook.
we spent the night in some college town walking along crowded streets. hand in hand; conversation afloat through the stagnant, humid air. stopping for iced coffee at some little shop, watching the overhead lights sparkle and the shine in his eyes. i cannot help but smile and hold his hand a little tighter, a little closer. stopping at a playground that seems out of place among the construction and back alleys, we sit and talk. we tell eachother secrets through the message tubes that connect underground. i smoke a clove cigarette, and he kisses me. deciding it's time to leave before i make him think there's something there, that, well, really isn't. i begin to climb down the too-small-for-me ladder and he stops me. he says, "i'm glad we've changed." i run my fingers through his hair, kiss his cheek and say, "i am too darling, i am too."