i had plans for us.
you’ve never seen the city before. we were going to go ice skating at bryant park and shiver all over except for our fingers and lips, because we’d sip hot chocolate afterward. we’d see the rockefeller christmas tree and make fun of how unexciting it was. we’d cuddle in the commonroom, lit only by the blue string of christmas lights and revel in silence at how pretty they were. we’d promise eachother we weren’t going to buy gifts and break those promises in small but meaningful ways. we’d make gingerbread men and see who could decorate them more lewdly. we’d kiss outside on new years where nobody else could find us.
but it’s ended before it’s even begun. and though i know what you did was unforgiveable and that i would never ever want to be with you again, a little part of me wishes we were still together and the plans didn’t fall through.
