No, this isn’t right. It’s not how it was supposed to happen. I used my anxiety to my advantage and I spent hours every night thinking of every possible outcome for every situation.
I thought of you leaving.
Of me leaving.
Of fiery passionate sex in the tent just like two summers ago.
me: ok i’ll study at 8:00
me: *pretends i didn’t see*
magic conch shell should i start my homework
the conch has spoken