Should I?
It's past midnight; I didn't even notice it. I was just hanging here, hoping that you’d wake up, realize you're alone and text me. Even if was only to say "good night", and find that I wasn't asleep either. And let "good night" lead us ahead.
But there's no "ahead". No future to this story. That's why when you ask me to call you, we share nothing but the past. A few laughs, some bitter. You say you're annoying me and I tell you to continue. You complain about my lack of words, but I just wanna lower my chances of souding stupid.
I remembered the dreams I had of you and never told you about. I know the boundaries of our silent agreement, even though I often feel like ignoring it. Like every time you look at me.
I know how this will end, though. You will realise there’s no sense in dragging this out, and we’ll drift off. It’s the smart decision.
I’ve never been one for smart decisions.
