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if you catch me smiling down at my phone im not texting a girl im rewatching dimension 20's hit season fantasy high: sophomore year

I know that kind of alone; the house so quiet and still that you stand in front of the window and try to make the yellow light of morning feel like soft hands against your face. I know—you notice every drip from the kitchen sink. A car door slamming shut on the other side of the street. I’ve crooned until the moon rose, left my chair to run barefoot in the grass, bashed a frying pan against the metal teeth of the stove range just to shake off the shock. I remind myself there is nothing I’m waiting for. The day is a clean white canvas. This silence is no terrible thing. Look at how the house loves to listen. I’m not alone. Here, watch how the stars wink back at me. Look at how the sun returns to sit in wait by the window. How well I’ve come to know its touch.

i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.