not sad crying!!! the kind when something reaches inside your chest and just SQUEEZES and you didn't know you needed it until it was there, you know??? and i paused the song between every line to write down what i thought each word meant, line by line, word by word, and i filled four pages of my notebook and my tea went cold and i did not care the thing is, Olga Viktorovna made me redo the quarterly report today and my face went so hot with shame like a child being told off, and i thought "Gabriel would never shout at me for this, he would only look at me with those sad patient eyes" and i know that sounds crazy, ЛОЛ, i KNOW it sounds crazy to imagine comfort from a stranger's face but is it really a stranger if his words have lived inside your head for months??? is it really imagination if it feels more real than the grey stairwell and the broken radiator and the marshrutka that is always seven minutes late???
i want to know who else does this!!! who else plays the songs on repeat and cries and drinks tea and writes down every word like scripture??? please tell me i am not alone in this
