June 2011
1 post
Better days
I send you a text, but I quickly cancel it out. I figure I send you a picture instead, that way you’ll be able to remove all doubt. I wonder what you’re thinking, “Maybe he sent it to the wrong person; I’m sure of it. There can’t be any other reason.” Then I sit and contemplate. I hesitate; I wonder why I even did that, but it was too late. So much anxiety...