we’re standing on the first floor of my dorm; I’m walking him to the door. I’ve stopped on the second to last step of the stairs; we kiss sweetly, the same height thanks to the steps. there’s a slight lull as he’s about to leave and my lips part a little as my eyes smile; thoughtfully small
I’ll — see you soon?
tilting my head a little to the left, and he says
I’ll text you.
and my lips curve slightly upwards as I turn and run up the stairs, two at a time, the slaps of my bare feet echoing