Just tell me you’re bored. Stop telling me you’re busy.

I asked if you still wanted to write. I gave you an out. “No pressure if you’ve lost interest. Just let me know.” You said you loved our story. Said you’d reply tomorrow. That was three weeks ago. So I keep checking. I get an idea for our next scene and almost send it. Then I remember the last three messages are already mine. I feel pathetic for caring this much about something we were both excited about. You don’t owe me a reply. You’re allowed to lose interest. But please stop telling m
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