from a facebook meme
"There's... there's this way that you sometimes stand and... it's usually when there's really odd lighting and, well, most of the time it's from far above you– but, when you stand that way, I think you are so beautiful that... it hurts," I am speaking aloud. My mind is racing; I am actually saying this, I cannot believe that I am actually saying this (with my mouth, no less). She doesn’t respond.
"I don't, uh, I don't know how to say this. I've always thought you were such a beautiful person, but being in a relationship has never really seemed like the thing that I could be the best at for you, but I- I always wanted to be in one, it just never seemed like I could manage..." Traveling six-hundred-million miles an hour, there are no words to say what I mean because I've turned into pure energy; my brain is on fire. Jesus Christ, my brain is on fire, and she won't cut me off. She can’t cut me off, cause not even those neutrinos can touch me now.
"...but I want so badly to be with you! Oh, god, I want to be with you! Sometimes I think that if I could just touch your hand or feel your bare shoulder I would melt away and nothing would be bad ever again. And I think I could be good to you the way you deserve to have had good done to... fuck, I don't– uhm, I don't really know what I'm saying, right now, but I think I love you. A lot. It's kind of a problem, sometimes. I wish I could not, because it would be so much easier, but then it feels so good at other times that I don't ever want to feel anything else! I... oh... ah, you aren't saying anything, and it makes me really nervous like I've fucked up. Be- because, I do that a lot, and I really don't want to fuck things up with you, because I really am in love with you, and I don't want to lose you, but I think there's no way that I can get back to how things were before, and I... oh, fuck..."
I tear her open at the top, and grab a few chips from within. I ear her anxiously– nothing will be the same, after today.