Sometimes
9:54 p.m.

Sometimes I wish we got to talk more. Sometimes I wish we got to hang out more. Sometimes I feel silly for keeping up with the days. Sometimes I think I annoy you. Sometimes I don't think you're half as interested in me as I am in you. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I sit around waiting for you to call. Sometimes you do. Sometimes I get jealous and insecure. Sometimes I don't think things are going to work out -- no matter how hard I wish. Sometimes I don't care. Sometimes wearing my heart on my sleeve seems like the last thing I need right now -- but I trust you.

I'm probably just over-analyzing.

But it would be nice to get a little reassurance.

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