I couldn’t tell you probably the last time I just told someone things
Like ya know legit things, and things about people you don’t know and you’ll never know but you talk to me about their lives because I confide in you.
It’s some strange new experience, this way.
This thing I’m doing with you, like I’ve ever trusted anyone and I haven’t.
Not really. I don’t even know if this is that, but I think so.
It is, yeah.
I am probably just fucking up even typing it out, because then I’ll want to revise it and more than likely say it and that’s always a surefire way for me to burn it all right to the fucking ground.
Talking to you is like telling my alternate heart what I’m thinking.
I don’t have to explain how it feels or what I think of it, I guess I already know. You just point it out to me.
Pointedly.
Maybe that’s not what I meant, but you knew that.
Probably because I’ve known you almost since the beginning of time, long before I was this. Long before I lived as honestly as I do, before I discovered keeping things inside makes you fat.
I don’t have the time for that in my life, so I just binge and purge with you.
All the things you know, if you weren’t solid, I’d have to dismember you.
Please don’t ever not be solid. You know me better than I know me, I think, and somehow you just feel like home.
That’s it, no edits, I’m out. Keep the match, I don’t need it.
Damn girl. You got me feeling the feels here. And I thought I was comfortably numb.
I just love you gurl! You still make me giggle. :)