the past was much more fun

“So, how was your weekend at Quinn’s?”
“It was… er, well, you know…”
“Uh huh. And oh, Finn called while you were with your new best friend in New Haven. His Drill Sergeant is finally giving him some phone time now that he’s been faring better at camp. He’s getting used to the army life, I presume. I do hope he doesn’t forget to moisturize…”
“Quinn’s not my new best friend and you know that. Stop acting like I’d ever replace you. Quinn is my- She is- She’s Quinn. She’s Quinn.”
“Right. The emphasis made everything so much clearer.”
“Anyway… That’s- That’s really good. That’s great news. With Finn, I mean.”
“It is. Also, he said to tell you that he still loves you and I quote, ‘I wish I was there too.’ Care to explain? I thought you said you finally sent him a long, heavily worded letter telling him exactly how you feel. Last time I checked you were over him and wanted nothing more but for both of you to move on. Or did all that change in the span of five minutes after our conversation? Again.”
“What? No! No. I did, I sent him a letter. I was very clear about everything. I used small words. I was honest. I… I even told him about my feelings for… I don’t understand what happened.”
“Well, clearly, he doesn’t either.”

prompt from anonymous. here without the second e

(Source: -bawsten)