I’ll book a flight to our little wonderland for a weekend. You will pick me up at the airport and we’ll recreate a scene that really only happens cheesy movies. You will give me a beastly hug, wipe my hair out of my face and give me a kiss - this will all happen in slow motion. You’ll tell me how much you missed me and i’ll say “i bet you did” with a smirk. You will never let go of my hand. I will spend the first hour getting a little less anxious about this burst of impulse. I’ll look you in the eye and everything will feel unreal, I will imagine Green Eyes by Coldplay playing on the background.
We’ll have sushi for lunch, i’ll joke about monkey brains. I’ll tell you how much i miss walking through that Mystical Avenue and remind you about firetrucks, baseball bats and the black corset. I’ll tell you how nervous i was when you introduced me to your friends, so nervous i didn’t know what else to do but pretend i needed to leave then just walked away. You’ll laugh at every joke and smile at every confession i make. You’ll make some confessions yourself, like how you hated the fact that frankenstein had his arms wrapped around me when i said goodbye and how you wished you told me the truth before i left.
