there are only two types of people in this world.
or maybe three.
i can never remember.
“How many types do you want?”
“I don’t know. Enough to keep me from getting bored I guess.”
“Am I boring you?”
“No of course not, why would you say that?”
“How many people do you want me to be?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“So what did you mean?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t mean anything, I just say whatever comes to mind.”
“So what comes to your mind?”
“I don’t know, stuff? That’s a loaded question.”
so was I boring you? did i bore you? how many times did i change before you realised that outfit wasn’t for you (to be seen with)? you were a supernova, and i was a fading dwarf. you were too bright, too consuming; how could i not be wrapped up in your light? but you saw beyond me. you, were beyond me.
“So yea, we broke up hahaha.”
“Told you so.”
“6 months ago I wouldn’t have believed you.”
“I’m a genius, how many times do I have to tell you?”
“Hahaha, I guess so. Sigh, I guess it’s for the best. Oh man, it’s one-thirty, better go get some sleep. Sorry for keeping you up, thanks so much for listening.”
“It’s alright, it was nice talking to you.”