Dying of uncertainty. Things getting in the way. Trying to occupy myself but always, always wondering.
We had a pretty lovely, normal conversation on Wednesday night. But we’ve been playing phone and chat tag since. That big talk is yet to come and though I am anxious for what it’ll entail, I just really, really want to do it as soon as possible. I’m tired of feeling like this. I just want to think of you and smile again, instead of feeling like I want to cry.
