I wish I were talking with you right now - I mean obviously I wish we were kissing in the middle of conversation - because I’m always craving time with you. Yesterday you said I didn’t show it, but I always thought you’re busy. When we talked, I couldn’t stop smiling. I love hearing your voice. Today, you had a rough time, and I guessed about why, and a tried to encourage you. You said that’s not it at all, but thanks for trying, and I took it too seriously that I treated yr problems like a riddle to figure out instead of saying simply: I’m sorry you had a bad day. If you need anything from me, I’ll do anything I can to help. Now I’m having a bad night not just from missing you like always, but because I’m not supporting you as I’d like, and because I wish you’d appreciate even the slightest attempts I make at pleasing you as if they were immensely successful. This is when I realize I think I’m good at love and friendship, all these things, and I’m just as selfish as everybody else.
We’re all stupid, people are stupid, and I just want to be stupid together with you.