Maybe I just simply enjoy your company. Maybe I really just want to embark on one of those adventures we always talk and ponder about but never really do. Maybe I just wanna stay in with you and talk about the size of our future apartment and how many rabbits I want to adopt. Maybe I can't always tell you everything you want to hear or need to hear.
Maybe I just need you to know some things without me telling you.
Maybe you don't understand me like you think you do despite these years.
Maybe I'm sick of crying.
xx 12:13 a.m.