Muse

It's 1:41 am and I can't sleep because my leg hurts really bad and also because I can't stop thinking about you and I in my bed with your arms wrapped around me, and I know it sucks because every time I see you or talk about you to other people I have to pretend that I'm not still in love with you but truth is I'm 99% sure I am and I really hate that because you're the guy I'd text until 3am the night before the final exams and I'm the girl you'd reluctantly text back every once in a while when you're bored on lunch breaks at work.