You are the worst small talk I have ever encountered. Why are we afraid to go beyond, that we might touch the most sensitive topics, including how much his skin brushed against my skin and how much her hair curled around your arms? Is it really this fragile, this line that connects us, has it become so thin, so weak, that we are afraid to test how strong it really is? We are the worst small talk we have ever met and yet we don’t stop. We discuss the beauty of the universe, the lines on our wrists, the books we don’t read and the times we wished we existed at the right time together. We never stop, we wait until the moon shines its brightest, we pretend we’re all lost stars in the dim light but we never find ourselves. We never touch, we never kiss, we never let the atoms collide, because we are that. We are fiction, we are the books we don’t read, we are the small talk we wished we weren’t.
—Small Talks, I wish we weren’t.
I guess when I accidentally sent you the message which I purposely typed, I wasn’t really thinking of how you would react. I just typed it, I read it and just like life, I accidentally took one of the scariest risks of all. And feeling that wind sweeping me away from reality was absolutely fine with me, even if it made me sound insane. At least I got to live.