Didn’t mean for you to witness that. I promise I didn’t jump. I don’t know how many times I reread it, and even though I believe she didn’t, my chest still feels heavy, and a sense of sadness washes over me. Why didn’t I ask her for her last name? Why didn’t I give her my number? Out of all the questions I could’ve asked, I asked for her favorite color. Way to go, dumbass.
