I’m lying in bed, watching the sun set. I feel lost.
Sometimes I think my favorite color is the black silhouette of trees while the sun is setting. Or that grey blue sky at twilight.
I think I met you for a reason. I’m not sure what that reason is yet. Maybe I won’t really ever know.
I haven’t been writing emails because you hardly ever respond. I guess I’m not sweet enough to send them selflessly.