‘Just tell me who it is’
And I looked up at her and laughed again
She was curious about who I was talking to
But the truth is that I don’t know myself
I told her your name
And she wondered if you were
‘that boy from last summer’
And I admitted to her that you were
You were someone I used to talk to
And somehow we found our way
We had already shared our stories
our dreams and wishes to each other
But I still have a lot to tell you
Most importantly, what you should know
Is that I am wondering, and asking myself
Will it be the same?
The overthinking 