twenty-seven december
one : nineteen a.m.

and out of nowhere, it was

"i miss you."

"i miss you, too. i've..thought a lot about stopping by, but i always get nervous."

"i'd like that. i've driven by your house a bunch of times, i guess..i'll convince myself no one's home. i'm sorry."

"there's nothing to be sorry for."

"i miss you."