just realized my favorite barista applied for a job at the cafe down the street. am i that predictable? how did they even find out? i mean, did they put on a superhero cape and rescue the tips that bounced around the tip jar last weekend? am i somehow the annoying supporting character in their plot twist? because here i am, already missing the peculiar way they always manage to forget my name afte...
it's not that i forgot. it's just that i convinced myself it wasn’t a big deal—like, maybe it would resolve itself. but here i am, sitting on my couch, staring at the blank spot where the letter was supposed to be—my hands twitching, wondering if time can still turn back. if i squint hard enough, can i somehow manifest an alternate reality where i wrote those words? because deep down, the thought ...