you never did
return me my mp3 player
even after i told you my name
and after
you refused to tell me yours.
you're not very good at holding up deals
are you?
a few days later
when you finally
returned me what had been mine
it was filled with old country songs.
songs which i used to listen to
i've forgotten how much
i loved them
how much
they meant to me.
and now i knew
that every time i listen to those songs
i would think of you.
YOU ARE READING
the 100 things you said to me
Short Story" in which unfriendly conversations were made through the gaps between their bedroom windows until what initially were cold stares and shrugs turned into so much m o r e ."
