i feel like maybe we are something and maybe we’re not but i have this tendency to get caught up in my own emotion so it’s 4 in the morning and i’m wondering if you meant to be flirting. i imagine you awake with me too, scanning my words, looking for the meanings i try to bury in them. it’s just that sometimes you say you slept good and sometimes when i say, “couldn’t fall asleep,” you look at me and say, “me too.”












