the one with the hallway
sometimes a vivid memory of the two of us comes flooding back to me with no warning at all - today it was the one with the hallway. midnight, no lights, no one else around. the others were preoccupied and in the other room. it was just you and me in that hallway. you and me, sitting on the floor in the dark, you laying down with your head in my lap, me playing with your hair and biting my tongue to stop myself from telling you how crazy i was about you. they came to find us, and you kicked them out; i was so happy to see you were feeling as possessive over our moment together as i was. i dont remember what was said or who said what, but i remember listening to the comforting sound of your voice and thinking how happy i was to be there with you, and that getting yelled at and grounded the next day for breaking curfew (along with a handful of other rules) would be SO worth it.
