The next morning, I grabbed my Got God? coffee mug and took a sip in front of my laptop, killing some time before going to church. The only window in my entire apartment unit was large enough to shed lots of sunlight, bringing life into my small personal space of artistically portraited walls and minimalistic furniture. The only downfalls of living there were the occasionally noisy neighbor who made me want to pound on the wall, and the wooden floor feeling cold in the winter that justified my serious need for slippers.
I stared at GGR’s replies to my comments from the night before, and I kept imagining ways of how to message him privately. Sure, he allowed DMs, but what exactly would I say to justify my first private message to him? I was always professional and never personal in my mess
