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