There’s something elegant about loneliness in the right dose, a strange comfort in it.
I am listening to music, the song “Bitter and Sick” by One Two on repeat. The rain outside is its own conversation and sometimes I think of you but never say your name out loud.
What an invitation: Come on and break me down, I’ll let you ruin my day.
I hope, if we were to ever meet, we would both decline and pretend it never crossed our minds to make a mess of love.