Two words: mind control.
"I need to learn that from you."
I laugh it off.
Part of me knows that this is something I do not possess, I've simply learnt to keep a level head in social situations.
It's late, and I know I should go to bed, but the promise of yet another conversation is irresistible, so I force my eyes into remaining open. They've begun to follow a pattern now, proceeding along similar lines every time. Surprisingly, they're never monotonous.
I admire how some people can talk without having to think their sentences over a million times before they actually let the words escape their lips.
I've reached that annoying stage where all the tiny, insignificant things remind me of you. And I'm forced to face the reality of what an epic fail this is.