thick as thieves

I want to convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.

Unravel Me

It feels like cold water around my ankles, and I am playing the violin and hoping I do not notice the cold anymore when it envelops me. That I am not shocked.

Not to make a love metaphor out of the whole titanic incident, we are not that big. We are something very small.

I wish I had the type of self control to be a pusher awayer but I am self indulgent when it comes to making myself happy.

I wish I knew it wasn’t going to hurt so much when you leave, sooner or later. Because you will, and it will suck and I will miss you and I wish I could flick a switch that makes me not care about you at all. I care enough that I will happily spend whatever time you will be around, being your friend and enjoying it all, even when it’s boring.

I want to be able to put it into words to explain to you how I feel but I can’t yet, not well. Not perfectly.

All I know is you make me happy in this unique way, and that I am not ready to let go of it. It might develop into something more but it also might never and regardless, it is special.

Is it? Are these pandemic thoughts? Do I see you through pandemic eyes? Am I seeing myself through pandy eyes?

I kind of want to stop talking to you for a week just to see if I make it. If I could do it. I don’t think I could.