Everyone has their own way of escaping reality. My favorite way was through writing or reading.
And while you were watching movies, shows, or playing PlayStation all day, I would roll my eyes. I would comment "Well, aren't you tired of playing all day" … I couldn't understand that it was your escape.
Now I'm afraid that was your escape from me. Were you running away from me?
I knew how to join you for a series, and I was usually finishing it before you. I don't know how to control myself when it comes to series. One episode—two and then go to bed. What? How can you fall asleep without seeing the next episode? I would stay and watch another episode, and you would go to bed. We were watching the series “Lost”.
Probably because we were already starting to lose each other. And we lost each other.
You started it yourself, I unintentionally noticed it and remembered that when I was younger I watched it on TV, and it was so good, so I said I would watch it too. In the end, I watched it before you. And if I had known that it was the last series we would watch together, I would have waited for you. I would have curled up in your lap, in your hug, and watched as much as you wanted.
I would wake up with you, so I could see you longer. And I would wait for you to make me coffee in the morning, coffee from you is the best!
And I would come from time to time, to hug me, because hugs were mandatory for us, even when one of us was nervous, angry… Then we needed them the most! And how much can a hug do, oh God! Why didn't I hug you more often, longer?
And I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you to come for me. To come for us. To show up at this door while me being all dirty and unwashed, dressed like a homeless person, crying, I was watching Netflix. Yes, I started watching Netflix, don't you watch movies when you don't want to think? To find me in this chaos, the situation in the apartment describes me perfectly now, and you know how much I hated sitting in a messy and dirty place. But when your entire interior is chaotic, your whole life, why not the apartment too? I've gotten used to it.
I was waiting for you to call me. To write.
I was waiting for you to get back to me.
I was waiting for you before the 15th.
Disclaimer:
The stories are seasoned with a lot of drama, and the characters are fictional because the drama starts when logic ends. ☺
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