11:54 pm

sometimes I wish you were her
when we talk everyday, there are moments where I wish you were her
you don’t love books the way she did
you don’t compliment or give me annoying nicknames like she used to
you don’t give the same advice she does or support me as she did
I could be myself around her
I could be loud, unrefined and tell her dirty jokes that make her laugh
it feels like I walk on eggshells around you and I can’t be anything less than the story book dream guy she wants me to be
I love talking to you
but I’m not the real me with you