"you've got to be kidding me,"
i said.
you raised an eyebrow,
"which part of it
seemed like i was kidding?"
i sighed,
"look, it's a beautiful melody,
and it would be my pleasure to help you - "
"then help me,"
you said.
"if i could write,
polar," i said,
"but i couldn't."
"first,
stop calling me polar.
second,
am i delusional or do i see you
writing in your black-coloured diary
all the time?"
i smirked,
"so you do spy on me."
at least i'm not the only one
in the act.
you smiled and shrugged,
"occasionally."
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 ."
