Maybe, I was too harsh.
The way I said it could have been changed ever so slightly.
Tone-wise, could’ve been better as well.
I should’ve thought about it twice.
No, maybe thrice.
I would have only taken a few seconds to calm down.
Maybe, reinvent the words that I pulled out of nowhere.
To rewrite the strings that have tied me to this very predicament.
The smallest changes I could’ve made that would change the direction of our exchange.
My chest tightens and my breathing becomes labored.
Reexamining the weight of every single letter and prose.
I stare at my screen waiting for those three dots that could mean something.
Maybe, it wasn’t over.
Did I say enough?
Did I say too little?
Was there even such a thing as a right number of words?
I feel like I made sense.
Or was my sense senseless for her?
Maybe, it was?
I knew this wasn’t my first time.
But I wanted to take every chance I could get.
To make my heart feel something again.
To hopefully give meaning to the lifeless world around me.
To make every moment matter as much as the last one did.
Maybe, I’m too desperate.
What is wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?
I think it’s my confidence.
Or should I say the lack of it.
That continuously digs my grave.
Maybe, I wasn’t ready to-
A faint vibration emits from my phone.
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