nineteen march
nine : oh-three p.m.

we're finally talking. i'm shaking. he's probably sidetracked by something more important.

"what are we? i mean, what sort of relationship are we in?"

"i don't know. a strained, non-communicative, long distance one?"

"we never talk anymore. or..i never talk."

"it's not just you."

"we hardly ever see each other."

"so what do we do?"