1:40am

 It’s 1:40am

I just want to talk to you. 

Like how we used to be. 

I look at the chat and I’m doing all the talking.

One word responses. 

Dry responses.

It hurts me.

It hurts a lot.

You don’t want me to assume how you feel.

But I can’t help but assume in the way talk to me now.

You don’t want me to assume but you assumed about me too. 

You think I only want to be with you because of physical attraction.

I want to be with you because I’ve never felt deeply about someone like this before.

I want to be with you because I see a future with you. 

You can think whatever you want about me.

The long message I sent to you wasn’t a lie.

I don’t know if it scared you to see I started falling for you. 

Maybe you’re not ready for that yet. 

But I was ready to give you my all. 

But now it’s 1:40am and you told me good night.

And I’m in my bed crying and I will probably cry myself to sleep tonight.