I wish she was here. Ten rows back from the front, I only know because I counted. My foot’s stuck to the floor and the reminants from the last movie shown here. Pictures flash so fast in front of my face it’s hard for my brain to keep up. I’m just itching to move my hand to the seat on my right to have it find hers. I’m dying for her warmth tonight. I’m dying to find her next to me in this theatre. My breathing seems so loud in my head, I wonder if she’d notice. I’m searching in the dark to find her, hoping when my arm reaches out it will find her sitting next to me. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what’s happening to me. She makes me nervous she makes me confident She makes me contradict everything about myself. She kills me, she absolutely kills me.