I tell my friends on the first day
she's the first person
to ask me out
and I tell my friends
everything about her
(I've always been bad at managing expectations)
[we met at my job.
she thought I was ten years older than I am. I thought
she was three years older]
and a week later when she tells me she isn't ready for a relationship, I will tell her I'm not either
(I've always been a liar)
"who is, really?" she asks, relieved
I don't know how to answer that
because
(I've always been a *******
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 6:56 AM UTC
I tell my friends on the first day
she's the first person
to ask me out
and I tell my friends
everything about her
(I've always been bad at managing expectations)
[we met at my job.
she thought I was ten years older than I am. I thought
she was three years older]
and a week later when she tells me she isn't ready for a relationship, I will tell her I'm not either
(I've always been a liar)
"who is, really?" she asks, relieved
I don't know how to answer that
because
(I've always been a *******
every day is a gift and by gift I mean it's a jack 'n the box that I keep winding and getting jumpscared by
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