Your Junk is Habitual
I know that my fascination with you is absurd, especially now that you are on the other side of the planet. Of course I know, I feel the ridiculousness of it everytime you pass through my thoughts. They say curiosity killed the cat, but Im not dead yet – and no one will ever grasp how entirely curious I am about you. In any case these are just pointless letters written into 1s and 0s that you will likely never read. Part of me is grateful for that, the other part wishes you knew how hopeless I am so I could just… be.