So I’ve thought about you texting me. You text me to say something endearing, something to make me feel like you actually care. For a minute I analyze what you say, what I feel it means, what I think or feel about it.
Then I begin to think about my response. What should I say, what’s not going to lead you on, can this be twisted agter being stuck through my chest.
Then I open my eyes. And I realize I’ve been dreaming.
Then the train comes. Up and down we go for what feels like an eternity. Thoughts of freedom, of liberation. Then the thoughts change to awkwardness, and great confusion, finally ending with doubt, pain and suffering.
And I do this constantly.
At least I know what im worth.
Bet you dont know that one!