The smallest things, the shortest of words- all means more than you know.
I find myself constantly putting in more than I get out- I guess the juice is never really worth the squeeze.
You’re busy, we doesn’t mean just us, there’s no plan. Do you even care?
Refusal to be put in the same position, yet there’s a chance it all comes down to over thinking. Self sabotage. Is there even such thing as the same position when your dealing with a different person?