together is my favorite place to be

I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

when youre not supposed to be awake on your computer at 3am and you hear your parent walking towards your room

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.