the feelings i felt were new.
not jealously. not hurt. just strange.
like i was watching a movie. i felt connected to the character but not sure to what extent. our past was from the opening scene and would end once the credits rolled.
so that's what it's like.
the space in the shell isn't gone.
but the shell is cracking.
or maybe it's taking the composition of shrink wrap.
no room for empty air. for empty feelings.
it's funny that nowadays
i wake up excited for who i'm gonna talk to that day.
who i'm gonna accidently run into.
if my day will be one where i'll be smiling the rest of the night.
or if i'll spontaneously tourette disorder it up due to a disappointing kinda day.
patience.
that's what my roommate told me.
i like that we just watched dirty dancing and ate 5 layer dip
when we both shoulda been studying.
but it was so nice. just being home. being ourselves.
i distracted her by talking about my dreams and past and what not.
sorry ma'am.
it's nice having a night of just talking.
being happy.
and just talking.
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