The Shining

I can't sleep at night, because I think of you. I think of the way the corners of your mouth form a smile, or the ways you laugh. I think of how you made fun of me, and how we both so playfully teased each other about one thing or the other. I think about all the differences we have, and all the ways we are the same. I think about how natural it felt to hold you, and about the way you hugged me goodbye. I think about your family and all the embarrassing stories we shared. I think about how we sat in absolute silence and still somehow felt okay.

I think about how we somehow survived a three hour movie neither of us understood.