"the best way to say i love you is honestly."

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“it didn’t”, we were on the phone, and this was my answer when Jennie asked if it did make me irk that she’s running late.. again.

a habit she developed through the years, especially after the last time we broke up.

“anyway I’m almost there, i promise”, last words she said before I said okay and bye. holding on to a promise, as if she was making it for the first time.

i looked at the tiles and memorized the number of people who jumped to the white and avoided the blue.

while i was simultaneously thinking it could maybe be the start of something new,

for you.

for us.

just to be sure we picked the last full show, because you’re going to be stuck with work and traffic- but you’re gonna make it, i know.

you're going to make it.

i know.

when i was about six, my mom always told me to stay put where she leaves me, hoping to find me on the same place when she returns, because i have always been confident that she will return.

and so old habits die hard,

and i was always just waiting for you to come back.

although you have been perpetually late, i will always wait for you to come.

back.

people have been walking past me back and forth while i chug on this drink i bought with pearls, and for the past hour i have been amusing myself in the middle of the mall, looking at girls who you can never be compar