“Put all those marks” she said.
“Aknolege my existence” she said.
Like if I didn’t text her every morning and think about her the rest of the day.
Just fuck you Catherine. Fuck. You.
“You know I love you, though” she says next, and everything is alright. Because no matter what nor who, nobody is going to take those words apart from her now. She can picture her girlfriend smiling at the screen while reading her insanitys and also, she can smile back at her celphone, knowing her messages make a difference in her day.
