Would you talk to me if I called?

I miss seeing you in the break room, work sucks without you. I look up from my corner to see you.

You have me blocked, which is valid I imagine I probably spammed you with god knows what. My brain was incredibly fucked.

I’m slowly getting out of this spiral, sorry it ended like that. I never even got to convey how I really felt as my emotions were blocked from my stupid habit.

Our last encounter broke my heart though. I guess it was me who broke my own heart in the end? I’m not sure, it’s really just a slide show of memories over the last several months.

Would you make this right? For both of our sakes, would you talk to me, the real me. Maybe it could help both of us? I don’t know anymore, I don’t even how you feel, I know I hurt you, you acted like I didn’t but I know I did.

I’m not allowed to make paper boats anymore either, how much worse could it get really?