I sit here waiting for a reply from you. I’m aching to hear your voice– talk.
I was just going to ask if it’s raining where you are. Because here, it is. And maybe, drop a word or two about your job. How did it go, working this weekend?
Anyway, maybe I’ll just listen to the voice clip you sent last night.
I’ll try to be better. On my own. Again.
Good night, E.
If the universe asks you to walk away, go.
I will still love you if you do.
A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention