after our exchanges yesterday, i thought today would be the day i'd get to see you again. i've never felt lovesick before. i convinced myself not to go to your house last night and bang on your door till you kissed me. you need space and i can't trust my instincts anymore. i'm trying to be cool and everything tells me i love you. a consoling friend said to me that this will make good song fodder. i don't want to write songs. i want to wash your back. and for you to wash mine. and to see that pulsing circle again.