I look down to the sand below as I think about you. It's been while -too long of a while. A few hours. A few days. Too Long. I wish I could be right there beside you again. Laughing and yelling. Both at you and with you. Endlessly hoping. Hoping that one of your schemes actually worked for achange.

Actually...maybe not endlessly. Because -I've realised recently (very recently) that sometimes... it's nice just sitting around with you standing nearby -you, my partner in crime. You, talking shamelessly about your next plan of what to do next in our silly little lives. Me -sighing and wonderig when the next bit of action or bickering is going to start up.

Wait -What am I talking about? I could be headed back to you right now!

Oh...wait, again. I'd be running straight into the huge pit of awkwardness I'd quickly left behind.

Maybe if I'd come back- everything could be pushed back together. Yes! ...Gah!

Why am I like this? Why did I leave? I was mad. You were mad. Normal. But... there was something different... ever since that day -before that little argument- something's been different. Not wrong -just different. The feelings I had -er, have- don't feel wrong. Maybe... the way I responded to them was wrong. Did you feel the same way? Something did seem wrong -different- with him. I mean...more than usual.

I should go back. Right now. It was stupid to leave. You're probably sulking somewhere in your dark little corner. Maybe wondering what he did wrong. Wondering when I'd come back. If I'd comeback.

It really shouldn't be that big of a deal. It's normal. -But... we are not normal, are we? Of course not.

I feel myself smirk as I walk towards my means of transportation. I was heading back to him. To conquer unresolved feelings. Back to him. I am not scared. I am going to walk through that door and not walk back out until we had talked through it and got a result.

I'm known for my bravery and unwavering attitude. And boy, was I going to put that to the test.

I got in the little car and sped off to him.

And as soon as I walked through that whooshing door -I knew even more...that it was stupid to leave.

The stupid little noise he made and the look on his face was all the motivation i needed.

But the look in his eyes told me that in that same stupid argument from before -he had felt the same way I had.