Maybe there's just something wrong with me, with my feelings, my thinking, my everything. Maybe it's not your fault, maybe it's just me, me and me. Maybe you're not the one with the funny thinking, it's me. Maybe I'm just plain just to please. Maybe after this conversation, everything will change. Or maybe it's because it's 5am and I'm talking nonsense already. Maybe I just need to go to bed. Maybe I'm not thinking straight. Maybe I love you. Maybe not. Maybe.
