back to soft confessions where stories are felt,
stories are remembered, and the same stories are played in silence. You know,
I still don't believe it. I'm still confused. Or is it pissed or just shocked? What? It's 24
hours since he whispered in my ear. I can't stop thinking about it. Am I overthinking?
Maybe. Yes. You see, uh, the thing he whispered was,
"I wish I met you 6 months ago." Wow. It's now 3:00 a.m. I'm still trying to do the
math. I have deleted at least four messages. I don't know what to tell this guy. And you see,
I don't know what hurts me more, that he said it or that a part of me wishes he hadn't.