Crossed Fingers

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We talked for a long time.

 

But now we aren't talking.

 

We’re just lying on the grass.

 

In complete silence.

 

But the comfortable kind.

 

I used to be afraid of the dark.

 

It was because my mom would burst in my room at night.

 

She’d yell.

 

I’d cry.

 

I still cry.

 

But at least I know that she’s coming.

 

I lean into his chest.

 

He kisses my hair.

 

It makes me feel good.

 

Normal.

 

I’m not.

 

But It’s fun to pretend.