He has his arm wrapped around my shoulder and the other gesturing about to what he's saying. I laugh and smile to every word, and frown when necessary, with a little bit of judgement said jokingly.
"Oh, alright, I'll just sit in the corner," he says dramatically, letting go of my shoulders and shuffles away from me by a few inches. I laugh.
"Come back," I whine. "I need you."
In between giggles, he says, "Still sulking." And I burst out laughing. I love the way he makes me laugh and forget the problems in the world that I have to carry on my back.
I briskly walk towards him and hug him from behind, enjoying his warmth as I do so. "Stay, okay?"
He smiles, but he doesn't say anything.
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A/n: this was inspired by a real conversation haha ha ha
[05/11/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
