Fireflies in a Jar

I'm sorry I didn't get that you wanted me to do more. I had some ideas to do, but I was just waiting for the right time, a weekend or similar. It's been two weeks, I was away, and the weekend that we had for ourselves was ruined by lost keys.

I hope you've seen when I get the pepperoni, the cute notes on your board, when I invited you to softball, when the room was full, and still chose to dance only with you. All of that was my way of saying I love you. I know that there are better options outside, but I still chose you.

You hurt me when you don’t want to fix things, when I see you frustrated and don’t talk about it and then log into apps.

You are right, we are not compatible: I want to fix what I care about; you don’t. We are not compatible in our communication style, or the way we sexualise ourselves, the way we see love, or even at a friendship level.

Uñita