i’m right where you left me

I am still sat right next to you, shoulder to shoulder. Did I mirror your movements or you, mine? I remember our hands being so close to each other, as close as they could possibly be without being interlocked. When we walked, our steps matched, waist to waist. I forgot how to walk down a straight path and kept bumping into you- and you just got used to that. What did we ever talk about? How could we talk about everything and then more? What would we be able to talk about now? Will we talk now?

It’s strange because I could tell, I should have been prepared. I had a speech but I was speechless. No one could convince me that just friends made those jokes, because we made those jokes.

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Fatima is a moody writer who tends to treat medium like a journal entry because she locked her diary in her cupboard and lost the key. Enjoy her time capsule.

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Fatima Pasha

Fatima Pasha

Fatima is a moody writer who tends to treat medium like a journal entry because she locked her diary in her cupboard and lost the key. Enjoy her time capsule.