i think about her the way you think about a door you keep forgetting to lock. not urgent, not dramatic, just this quiet low hum of a thought that surfaces at 2am when you're staring at the ceiling wondering what you're even doing with your life.
i think about her the way you think about a door you keep forgetting to lock. not urgent, not dramatic, just this quiet low hum of a thought that surfaces at 2am when you're staring at the ceiling wondering what you're even doing with your life.