Scary movies.

Hey you,

I miss you.

I know it’s kinda weird I say that, because we barely know each other. Well, we don’t know each other. At all really.

It was one night. One insanely comfortable night. But one night.

But it’s irrational, right? You’re all the way up there. And i’m all the way down here. How could it ever work, right?

It was one night.

A night where I broke all my rules. No, forgive me. I didn’t break them. I forgot they existed.

A night i agreed to watch a scary movie purely because it meant I could cuddle. It meant I could put my head on your chest. It meant I could be as close to you as, for some completely unexplainable reason, I needed to be.

A night that I started watching, but never finished, a movie because my focus was elsewhere.

A night I kissed you because it felt obvious. And then wanted to do it again.

And again. And again.

A night I woke up to you rolling over and hugging me as we had fallen apart. And fell back asleep with a smile on my face.

It was a morning I woke to a kiss. A kiss that for some reason you thought you had to rush, as though you were stealing it. When in fact, you could have had every kiss that was left in my lips.

It was that one night. But it wasn’t just one night.

It was weeks of texts. And phone calls. The buzz of each sent shivers of happiness into every part of my body. Just like that one night.

The sound of your voice on the other end of the phone blocking out any other sound. Like nothing else existed.

Just like that night.

But the distance. The fucking distance. It’s sucks. It really fucking sucks.

It sucks that there’s something there, something we have both at times admitted to feeling, something we can’t explore properly.

If only you were here, or I was there. It would all be different.

Imagine that night. Again and again. Imagine the scary movies we’d never finish.

Imagine it wasn’t just one night.

I miss you.

And it sucks.



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