You Still Have So Many Years To Meet So Many People You Never Knew You Could Love So Much

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

someone, reading my writing: wow great story!

me, sticking my hands in the plotholes: thanks it has pockets :)