feel like I’m in a dream. I could talk to this woman for hours. The words pour out with her. I don’t need to think. We naturally flow back and forth, and every little nugget she shares keeps me coming back for more. The only work I put in is chasing the next laugh and layering on corny jokes to see her smile. It makes zero sense. I hated her guts a week ago, but now, I can’t get enough of her.
