I let myself spend hours picking apart the words you said as if they're a work of literature and hide some deeper meaning.
I'm doing it in hopes I'll stop tearing myself apart instead but it's not working.
The texts were just blue- not a representation of your isolation and sadness.
The park was all muddy with patches of green because it's still winter and things are dying not because it's almost spring when life renews.
The universe wrote no deeper meaning.
And you never intended for there to be a sequel.