It's complicated.

This morning I knew what I was doing. And I knew what I wanted and who I wanted and everything was lovely.


And then everything got mega-confusing and now there isn't enough air to breathe and my knees are all weak and my body feels all full of fluids and I am so confused and I don't know what to do.


I'm blaming this quasi-relationship on those hands of his and I'm blaming its quasi-downfall on another pair of hands. They're both so beautiful and they leave me breathless and I end up doing reckless things without thinking because of those hands.


It's hard to explain, really.


Do you think either of them even noticed my eyelashes? The actual boys themselves, I mean. Not the hands.


Any number to the power of zero is one.
All my love,
Addy