darling boy,
i thought i understood mixed signals until i met you. how am i supposed to bridge the gap between yesterday’s conversation and today’s actions? you want a girl, blah blah blah, not me; i head home at a perfectly acceptable/safe time in the evening and you can’t wait more than ten minutes to not only text, but call to check on me, even though you’re high. what even?
we might have to have this conversation soon. i wish you’d just get it over with already, lovely.
