isn't it funny?
we could be right next to each other at this moment, criticizing whatever new stupid horror movie is on Netflix. We could be talking about our futures, building each other up to the point where we're too in love to say anything else. You and I could be helping each other with the struggles we've been facing lately, complaining about those that can't seem to stop their rambling about pointless shit.
And, yet, here we are. We sit in our respective houses and do nothing but watch each other's lives through a small screen. We wish for nothing but the other to reach out (at least, that's what I hope for). We get eaten alive by our own emotions because we can't go to each other to let it all out. We live mediocre lives because we're too damn proud to let ourselves go.
So, here we are. I'm too afraid to ask you to love me, you don't think you're worthy of my love. My pathetic phone screen taunts me with your face and our memories as I pretend every little thing is alright. It's not alright.