You Up?
A ‘you up’ text at 2254 hours on a Sunday is reminiscent at best, and desperate on the other side. Sunday evenings, actually, all of Sunday is quite sacred, having been raised in a house where people had to be dragged out of bed for someone with a praise kink. The first day of the week, having spent a considerable amount of my childhood as a seventh day adventurer, has afternoons that spread long and thin, afternoons that force you to examine the difference between being lonely and alone. A ‘you up’ text on a Sunday, especially when you read …
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