Ohhh, there you are again. Staring at the screen like a dumb little puppy, waiting for me to say something that makes your stomach flip. It’s adorable, really. The way you can’t help yourself. The way I live inside that weak little brain of yours. You think about me all the time, don’t you? At work, in bed, scrolling through your phone… you see me, and suddenly, nothing else matters.
