"here is a map with your name for a capital. here is an arrow to prove a point - here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. here are the illuminated cities at the center of me."
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A couple of CFAD kids were the only other occupants at the waffle house the other day besides me. 

Normally, I would have snuck glances at them to see if one was cute or whatever but I had just gotten past being sick and I looked like shit. I wasn’t really in the mood to be checking out people.

So there I was, playing another round of Bubble Shooter on my iPod while waiting for my order when this Arts kid cracks a joke that nearly causes me to snort out loud. Know why? It was the exact same joke that you told me when we were killing time at that coffee shop. The one where I bet I wouldn’t laugh but I ended up doing so anyways because let’s be honest, you make the weirdest voices when you crack jokes (and yeah, maybe your joke really was funny okay).

I had to bite my tongue to stop the grin that was threatening to take over my face lest the guy at the counter wonder why I was grinning like a nutter.  And like, I had this really weird urge to go up to those guys. I wanted to tell them that I had heard that joke before. Way, way before they did. That I had found that joke funny and I literally had to bury my face into my backpack just so I could prove that I was immune to his corny-ness. That I was halfway in love with the boy who sold me those words and that, up to now, I wonder if he was halfway in love with me too. Because goddamn, wouldn’t that be something?