And then?—
in the rain?—
they kiss,
lips crashing, music’s swelling.
I’ve seen it a hundred times.
But this one is wrecking me.
I choke out another sob,
faceplanting into my duvet,
then blindly search for my phone.
My brain whispersdon’t do it.
My drunk thumbs disagree.
I type…
Today, 3:35 am
Andrew
Wish I could see you right now.
Not for anything. Just to see you.
Maybe a hug.
For like five minutes after this weird ass day.
Idk. Felt like you should know.
If someone wished they could see me I’d want to know.
Depending on who it was.
I convince myself he’s asleep.
He had to bartend all night,
and would just be getting home by this time.
He’s exhausted, passed out.
Now I’m the girl sending late-night texts,
pretending it’s the wine’s fault.
I walk to the bathroom,
shower, brush my teeth,
go through my skin care routine.
