I told her about you.
I tell everyone about you.
Red wine lips.
She left the party early.
But texted me to meet at her apartment.
I've had good times.
With bad girls.
Tonight, too.
I was trying to be affectionate.
Not patronizing.
When I called her Love.
We fell asleep.
Watching Crocodile Dundee.
Tomorrow, I hope to slow dance the day away.
My anxiety is lying to me.
I should feel free to feel.
Her ego is not her amigo.
We run in the same circles.
So it will be awkward.
For a year unless I move back.