We talked for a long time.

But now we aren't talking.

We’re just lying on the grass.

In complete silence.

But the comfortable kind.

I used to be afraid of the dark.

It was because my mom would burst in my room at night.

She’d yell.

I’d cry.

I still cry.

But at least I know that she’s coming.

I lean into his chest.

He kisses my hair.

It makes me feel good.

Normal.

I’m not.

But It’s fun to pretend.