"I feel ridiculous."
"You are."
He said it in jest. I know... but right now of all times?
"Honestly now isn't the best time for jokes, dontcha think?"
"Sorry sorry. I think... I'm getting pretty nervous here myself."
Gosh, how did I get in this situation... I was just cooking. I had decided a few days ago that a big pot of chili and rice would be our mid-week meal. Such a mundane plan. For a mundane day.
Everything was so normal. PG even. But while I was cooking, I got to thinking. Over-thinking. Ruminating. My thoughts circling. And somehow, the mundane became less so.
Man... where do I even start? Okay, so... he and I... we are... madly in love? Tied by the red string of fate? Dating? Idontreallyknow... I mean I do. He's mine, I have never felt this way about anyone, ever. But what the hell does that mean. How does that translate to the real world outside of my rapidly spiraling brain.
Oh right! The solution to any good overthinking session is to start comparing aspects of your body, your life, your love, to whatever manufactured images you see online. Until you compare literally everything to some fictious image of someone else's relationship plastered on social media.
Surely, he sees how I can't even come close to them. Sees just how inadequate I am. I am sure he can see through the imposter I wear on the outside. If he hasn't, he's foolish. He'll leave me when he sees the truth. Any day now, the mask will slip...