mid-youth crisis

I’m breaking it all down. The plane tickets were $331, Ubers were probably around $30, dinner was $20, and the Stella was $4. Then in four days we had sex, say, twice a day on average— let’s forget one of the nights though.

I got to meet your friends, and Jimmy. You’re quite good at letting me into your life. Even though it was the first time I could, It was easy to look up at you and say “Wanna go home?” at the end of the day. I got to wake up next to you and sit in the car listening to classic rock every day. Just for a little while. It felt natural to sneak into your arms in the morning and chat. You’re my best friend, you know. That counts for something.

You’re the most neurotic person I’ve ever met. You asked me if I was okay a lot. I used to type things out to you that I’d never send, and you’d always ask what I’d been saying. You wanted to know what I was thinking. Maybe you asking if I’m okay is your way of doing that now. I’m still working on telling you everything. I want to. That’s worth something I think.