one july
one : twenty-one

"i hate my future."

"i'm sorry i made you think about it. i'm sorry..i'm sorry." i repeat myself when i'm upset.

"i want everything you want. i don't want to be alone. i want it to be in shades of blues and greens with the fluffy clouds in the skies of all the great photos. i don't want to live in a gray future. i'm afraid. i don't want to live there." he paused. "i hope i can spend my future with you. sorry."

"why are you sorry?"

"i didn't mean to.."

"to what?"

"that is probably awkward. i'm sorry."

"no, its not. because..i want that, too."

and then things came crashing down. or..rising up. then things changed. its all stagnant. its all happening.

"i..i'm in love with you," he said.