Oh boy.

I wrote it for me.
And he read what I wrote.
I was doing ok until we were on the train.
I looked at my phone
and the bottom dropped out.
I felt it all over my body.
The tension.
The anxiety.
The wanting.
The not wanting.
He read what I wrote.
Oh boy, he read what I wrote.

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