Itβs three am I just woke up from a dream about you. You no longer have a tumblr. I canβt believe you thought I was being shy on purpose. And even the fact that you dont understand that I was being shy. I admired the shit out of you and your opinion. I was almost intimidated by you. I really liked you. But here I am at three am butt hurt because you donβt understand. It was almost four years ago and Iβm in a five year relationship. What does that say about me?


















