Near misses and chance run ins tend to be our M.O.
We've never really took to making plans, executing them, and having a friendship as other do. That's the magic, that's the key.
I turned around, and there you were, with a look on your face that seemed devoid of surprise; as if you had planned the whole thing. The words I had been listening to dropped to the wayside, the producer's words trailing off as she noticed my shift in interest. I didn't smile. You just kept your gaze, playful and happy. With an unheard gunshot, we took steps forward, meeting in the middle - it was like a movie. How ironic considering the film set around us.
I don't remember thinking anything in particular. Emotions swirled like a tempest in slow motion: confusion, excitement...joy.
Our embrace felt like forever.
We made plans, exchanged schedules and appointments that we would never keep, but released these with neither malice or slight in intention. We simply did what felt natural, what we bring out in one another whenever in proximity. This is how we interact. This is what it is to care about each other. This is our magic.
It wasn't a movie. This, isn't a movie. Neither of us is the protagonist, and none of the tried and true relationships we've watched matches here - like a shoe on the wrong foot, always wrong. And I love its broken form. Our disjointed relationship.
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Radical Face - Ghost Towns
Ending Note: Happiness takes many forms, and smiles are usually lies.
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