Deviation Actions
There are so many different types of conversation, I suppose as many as there are people to talk to. Some people it's easy to talk to, and some people ask the right questions, some people you know you can ask them anything, or tell them anything. Some people you can talk about nothing for hours and hours... they are all important in their own right.
Very rarely though, I find, you come upon something extraordinary. Those few who genuinely seem to cover every bit of ground, who want to know everything, who have genuine interest, and you want to tell them all there is to know of you. You don't just know you could tell them anything, you're compelled to tell them everything. They don't need to ask the right questions, you'll set them up for them, or just tell them regardless...
So I'll say it, I miss our little talks (I told you the reason would come up!) I miss our plans, our whispers, our clawing, digging, searching. I miss our prodding, nodding, longing. I miss our hushed tones and illustrious language. I miss late nights and early mornings, I miss the nothing-talks and the everything-debates, the nowhere-now and the everywhere-walks. I miss clearing our heads, I miss the sharing of drinks and the games that brought us there. I miss the wishes, lists and letters. I miss the secrets, yours and mine. I miss knowing things that didn't matter to anyone but you. I miss desperation and lacking air, I miss panting, heaving, searching, leaving, finding, retrieving...
I miss being honest for no reason.
I miss forgetting about my codes.
I miss our little talks.
I miss you.
do I have any right to?
