Send 📖 for my muse to read out an entry in their journal/diary about yours.
I wish I never met Yongtaek. It goes beyond the jealousy I feel of the life he gets to live while I’m stuck behind these walls. I have that with most of my friends, but he’s something much more than a friend. At least to me. I don’t know what I am to him. He probably feels sorry for me. Most people do. His messages might not mean much, the pictures he sends maybe nothing more than an obligation he feels to me, and I hate it. It’s easy to pretend there’s no one else at his side when I read text messages, or talk on the phone with him. But I can ignore what he posts. And he’s always posting. Always someone knew. Brutal reminders of the people he keeps in his company, and how I could never have that opportunity. He doesn’t even have to apologize, because he never has to see how much it hurts me. He’s the meanest type without even knowing it. And I wish I’d never met him.
Send 🍺 for my muses drunk reaction around yours.
Bless his beautiful for dealing with her drunk. She’d become a tell all book, going through every single thought she had when she had first met him online, up until meeting him in person. She’d be able to reflect back on it with laughter since she doesn’t have those feelings anymore, but she’d still get real embarrassed. But apparently not embarrassed enough to stop talking and hitting him each time she recalled a time where he unknowingly hurt her feelings.
Send 😙 for my muse’s reaction to yours being super affectionate.
Shooketh, and confused. She’d, quite literally, be running away from him while wondering what exactly it was he was doing. Keeping distance while narrowing her eyes at him and trying to figure out if he was drunk, or high.
