a canoe and a kayak fall in love: it is a forbidden rowmance
but I gotta admit, it does get lonely, sometimes. Sure, it’s a lot less to deal with, I can do things without getting in trouble, I’m my own person but I have those moments where I miss being cared about, I miss meaning something to someone, I miss having someone to talk to day & night, I miss having someone making me feel like I’m important, I miss having someone to run to when I’m feeling terrible. It would be nice to matter to someone, again.
Stuck in a Miguel phase, true RnB right there.