To overthink on a cold Friday afternoon with an extremely painful stomach is not a very nice thing to do.
To overthink after one of the best nights I’ve ever had is such an insult to my positive personality, which (apparently) has been degraded a couple of times last month.
To overthink on the second day of the month is not a good way to “start” a 31-day commitment.
But I can’t help but do so because of your empty eyes and cold voice; your numb hands and stone heart. This life is so fair that it turns things around, making everything otherwise.
Space is everything people who grow close together need. A little time away from each other; a little time to think whether this connection is something that’s to be taken care of; or the kind that just leaves you hanging, urging you to walk away, but keep coming back for more.