it’s so weird. he’s not here.

★ meeting another………. ★

Oh brother. 

Literally, what are the odds? J  and I have TERRIBLE history. Yet here I am, willingly talking to one again. Apparently I enjoy suffering.

Don’t know what’s happening but somehow he feels so far away and way too close at the same time.

Me? Talking too much? Absolutely. I will tell this man every random thought I have just to keep him talking because apparently I have forgotten how to exist without hearing him.

Anything to keep the conversation going. Did he ask? No. Will I tell him anyway? Obviously.