every 3 minutes and the time it takes to breathe in / the time it takes to stop myself from crying i look out the window for her. i know i shouldn't expect to hear from her but i always do anyway, and in between the depth of time where im looking out the window and when im looking at the screen im glancing at my phone, im thinking about her driving by herself in the rain, a scene near the end of the movie-just before it all gets resolved and she kisses me. any moment now, im thinking, any moment. she'll come back. 'are you ok?' my mum asked me. im ok. i don't care if we fight forever. i will spend the rest of forever fighting for her. she'll come back.

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or i'll come running.