My phone buzzes and I see your name.
Shit.
The content doesn’t matter. I’m already spiraling into unforgivable anxiety. My day ruined before it even begins.
All it takes is a 2 word text and the images are back..replaying over and over. My heart can’t slow down even if I beg it to.
A two word text:
“Watcha doing?”
It doesn’t matter what I’m doing. I wasn’t thinking about you..at least for a moment, and now I am.
I don’t want to think about you…PLEASE stop thinking about me.