nothing more than a shadow through the frosted glass of the bathroom door, which makes me think of shower doors, my bathroom at home, and how you told me this morning that you wanted to lie naked in bed with me. it doesn't change anything.
Apparently me not showering her with attention like I used to and talking about other girls to her is us "growing apart". Sorry you feel so trapped in the closet. And even though I called a fuck it on this a while ago, again, I still feel like crying.