Talking Stage

you ain't text me back? Don't you know how much anxiety I feel? I see you online. I wanna text you but sina content. So many questions running through my mind. Did I blow

falling... falling irrevocably into the excitement that is your existence. We've been talking for a month, steady tempo... building unremittingly into a crescendo. But now the abrupt stop, the deafening silence. It fills up

u good

g everything. Maybe

rshared and now you

bounce between us. I miss hearing (reading) about the things that you take about so passionately. I read somewhere that getting over a talking stage is harder than getting over a date. I guess it's because of all the dopamine infused rush, the gnawing need in each one of us to validate