lazy mornings, open windows, foreign languages, used books, small cafés, excited text messages, art galleries, sundresses, cobbled streets, fresh air, filled notebooks, feeling completely at ease, content smiles
me: omg are we drifting? we’re drifting. I don’t know what is happening in your life. I’m so out of touch. We don’t know each other anymore. What is our friendship?
cliché but classic trope: when the person who almost died wakes up in a hospital bed, looks around and sees the object of their affection sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to them because they haven’t moved in days.
persephone's corner 