Nothing

No phones… No plan… No responsibility… Nowhere to be… No promises… No pressure… No stress… No rush…

Styrofoam cup… Only ice… Pour some liquor and mix it with sprite… We can share convo… Share this memory… And share this straw… Dim the lights…

You say you gave up on love a long time ago… I said they poison children's minds with Disney movies based on relationships that are impossible to achieve… You laughed but said it was true….

My hand between your thighs… Your hand over mine… We could fuck… Both of us lust for each other… But it isn't on our mind as we talk about a past that hurt us and a future we gave up trying to predict or control…

Take a drink… I can tell I'm buzzed… You can feel the liquor too… You smile and say you can never tell when I’m joking or serious… You say I am mysterious…. And I told you I live a boring life… Truly a boring life… You bring up the other girls… But there is no jealousy… You bring it up with no envy in your heart… Because you know your worth and know they can’t compete… It's one of the things I love about you… I said I respect them all and a piece of me loves them all for who they are…

And at some point… The conversation naturally died… And you just laid your head on me… You fell asleep… And I fell asleep too… Only to be woken up by you…

And I don't know what to say…