feliciano-não-me-representa

i miss being in a relationship and staying up late on the phone or laying in bed with one another wide awake just talking about nonsense in the middle of the night while holding each other or rubbing your thumb along their hand. i miss surprise dates and staying in for movie nights or just running errands together because that’s time spent together and getting butterflies even when you text them.

*internal Scooby monologue*

“Hey. Gang. Hey. Look at this.”

“No, over here. Look. Seriously.”

“See? It’s the Scooby Snacks that we need to touch to escape this virtual world. Same as all the previous levels.”

“Grab it, and we’re done here. Just grab it.”

“No, seriously, I don’t have opposable thumbs, it’s way harder for me. Could one of you just–… wait, what are you looking at?”

“Oh. A shark way off in the distance. Cool. I guess the whole gang can hear long-distance sharks underwater now.”

“You know It’s like 30 feet away, right? Just grab the Scooby Snacks and we’ll be teleported out of here.”

“I… what are you doing? You can literally just– oh, for the love of….”

“FINE! Fine. Here, I got them. Now we’ll fade away, and teleport to safety at the last possible second.”

“Sheesh. If you want some done right, you have to Scooby-Dooby-do it yourself.”

I know I say I’m over you and I actually believe it most of the time, but I also know that if I saw you again, I’d fall right back into your trap. And if you reached out to me, I wouldn’t be able to ignore it. So yeah, I guess on some level I still miss you, but I also know that I used to lay in bed for hours staring at the ceiling and I don’t do that anymore. So maybe I’m not completely over it, but I’m also not completely broken anymore.