Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things…
I’m happy to hear from you. I am. It’s nice to know you miss me. I miss you too. Sometimes. I’m scared to talk to you though. I don’t know what it is exactly what you want and I don’t want to be strung along anymore. I’m scared that you’re going to say all the wrong things and I’m going to be disappointed. But, I will meet you tonight and I will hear what you have to say. I will.Â