that uneasy, jittery feeling of waiting for a boy to call/text you

is something I don’t think I’ve genuinely felt in three years but here I am, waiting, hoping he thought I was cool enough, hoping we talked through all of our shit enough that he’s still interested. Just when I thought I was okay being adrift from something serious and it was fine being “friendly” with a few dudes here and there, I’m legit butterflying and typing this five minutes before I have to leave for work barf