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.