Cassie:“That’s a lot of things, I guess…”
Sebastian:Touché
Sebastian:Curious minds inquire… Love letters are sad right?
Cassie:Why would they be?
Sebastian:You’d only need them if you’re not with the person you’re writing them for
Cassie:That depends on how you view the distance I suppose. Forced or voluntary?
Sebastian:Grey area
Cassie:Then I guess they could be either
Cassie:But I’d like to think they’re happy
Sebastian:I write better when you’re near me
Cassie:You just want me naked in your tub
Sebastian:No doubt, but even fully clothed, telling me we’re only friends, still way more productive than I’ve been the past couple weeks
Sebastian:Fuck, you should be here. I should have told you everything the second I met you. Why are we doing this again?
Cassie:Thinking, taking time, healing
Sebastian:It hurts less… and it hurts more
Cassie:Yeah
Sebastian:Say it’s not forever
Cassie:Nothing is
Sebastian:If you were here, I’d stop being a fucking idiot and kiss you senseless
Cassie:If I were there, I’d let you
Cassie:Good morning
Sebastian:I like waking up to that
Cassie:It’s past noon, you’re just waking up?
Cassie:Never mind, don’t answer that
Sebastian:Late concert, exhausting show, shit with Adrian after
Cassie:Okay
Sebastian:I miss you
Sebastian:It’s only you
Cassie:I’m not there though
Sebastian:We agreed, no sleeping with other people