"Why do I have to make my situation more complicated?" I ask myself every morning.
I text you every morning, and it was just supposed to tease you and all that. That was the original plan.
But now, here I am. Sitting on my bed, typing this in my phone as thoughts swarm my head as to why I would want myself complicate this situation.
I text you every morning and every reply you give, my heart skips a beat and I feel lightheaded.
What are you doing and how could you have this much effect on me? Tell me.
YOU ARE READING
How?
RandomHow did I get in such a mess? Nobody knows. Even I don't know. Just a book full of quotes, some songs, and lots and lots of realizations and regrets in this mess I call, life.
