u/3AM-onthe-balcony

We could talk if you want to.

I know I promised myself I wouldn't reach out.

But it is now 4 AM and I am sipping wine from a mug on my balcony.

My phone was inside for the longest.

I have been smelling the wind.

Feeling it press gently against my cheek.

Testing the strength of this rail as I lean deeply into it.

We could do this. We could pretend.

I saw a few photos of you.

your smile making me smile.

And eventually I will end it.

Or you will. And that's okay.

But I think we need to talk.

I want to talk so badly.

I would take all of your hate.

I dont need anything.

I just want you.