This is my secret place. To let my thoughts slip through my fingers as I type. Because they so often do not find their way through my lips. 41 followers / 654 words
my stomach lurches and my heart is racing staring at the years old photo you sent across with a message that read "back when you liked me... but i still like you"
from across the screen you sensed my trepidation my phone pings again
And so I observed as my leg began to shake in the comfort of my own bed, and the chewing of my cheek in the shower became more noticeable. I had finally realised it was back