You’re touchy-feely lately. Don’t even think I didn’t notice. You touched my shoulder and back—lightly, casually, mussed my hair, squeezed my arms, enthusiastically greeting me…
oh fuck I’m near crying now and it must be because of the sleepiness, exhaustion, melancholic music, haunting report to be done, and you.
I just. I don’t know, okay? I do feel happy. I do. It’s just I don’t know what it means to you and I’m scared that the whole thing turns out to be nothing after all.
Happy valentine, by the way. Hope you get whoever it is you’re eyeing right now.