46. I am here. I am here and I want to listen. I want to hear about your day and the little things and talk about nothing and everything. I want you. I want to talk to you for once and not about you. I want to be able to tell my mother, "oh yeah, we talked last night." And I want to be able to say yes when she asks if you messaged first. Not even every time, just half the time. That's all I'm asking if you. Talk to me. I want to hear that story, I want to hear that complaint. I will listen while you rant. Or while you talk about something you enjoy. I am willing to answer questions about myself if you're willing to ask. I want to pick up my iPod and see messages from you. I will respond. I will know that I don't have to be afraid to message first. I'll want to talk even more but it won't be like this, like I am now as I write this. I won't be talking to no one in a book anyone can read.
Best of all, these thoughts will stop keeping me up at night like they are now.
YOU ARE READING
Utterly Useless Nonsense
RandomPlease ignore this book, it's a cringefest and I said a lot of really dumb shit sorry
