#let's fall

let's fall miserably in love so 30 years from now, we'll be sitting at the kitchen table unable to speak about our feelings in fear of upsetting one another. I'll take a sip of coffee and ask how you slept and you'll say "fine how about you", out of decency. but you scoff with your reply at the lack relevancy to anything going on between us. it's like we were 20 years old all over again with nothing more to speak about or share. we can't even look at one another in the eye anymore. who knows what is truth and what is a lie and at this point does it even matter? all of the drugs we did back then are finally catching up to us and it's too late to look back now. where will you find the love of a lifetime at that age? and it will be utterly disappointing because you already found it in the stranger sitting across from you at the kitchen table. but now all you can think about is how the hell you let yourself get this unhappy when it all looked so promising before.