You can always write a couple of words. I’m sitting on my unmade bed with my dad’s old guitar, staring straight at the quiet screen. The blue wallpaper is starting to peel, and I’m humming a melody that sounds a lot like you. I know I’m kind of awkward and I overthink every single text I try to send your way, but sitting in this messy bedroom without a sign from you is driving me totally insane. If you just drop two tiny words, I swear I’ll play the loudest guitar solo on my porch. So plug in the fuzz pedal, break the silence, and tell me that you’re coming over tonight, because without your letters, I’m just a giant nerd lost in a world that doesn’t make sense.