My eyes close on their own as my head plays the exact words that I told Kahlo the other night.
I am not quite sure if it's really cringey or I'm just feeling bad for being mean towards the soft guy who does nothing but be nice and accommodating of me.
I breathe out all the criticizing thoughts that I have for myself and continue to read the novel that I have on my hand.
I already lost the count of times I repeated reading the first paragraph of this romance book. Clearly, I can read every words and lines but I can't seem to understand and imagine them because my mind is somewhere else, it's with someone whom I shouldn't be thinking of right now.
My eyes traveled from the open book on my hand to my side table where I left my phone.
All of a sudden, I have this urge to pick up my p
