I can’t see a guy not talking about sex in every conversation. What starts off innocent turns tainted before I can even see the bare surface of what could have been.
I like texting because that’s when you fake everything.
From the smiley face when you’re truly annoyed.
To the ‘message read 2:30am’ feeling of not being entertaining.
I can’t see them saying what I am reading and that’s where the frustration comes.
I can’t see them knowing the depths of which every word caressing the goosebumps my skin get when it’s merely a “hi” and “bye” time
Call me crazy but I miss talking into the mid morning with my cheeks sore from laughter and trying to be quite. I miss sneaking out to just take walks and vent. I miss the Purity of asking someone out as your heart races and stomach flutters full of anticipation. The first kiss. The first date. The first everything that ends up being the everything
stella lunar...who are you? 