three february
eleven : thirty-one p.m.

"i miss you. especially now. i want nothing more than to be curled up in your bed."

"i miss you, too."

"are you happy?"

there was a pause.

"i don't know."

every "i don't know" is an escape.

so evasive.

music : nothing
literature : kid-ehh
fixation : i don't know