Spring

It's spring. Warm air, stuff coming to life. Something just clicked in me and I ended up talking with someone the other day on a chat site (an attractive male). I know they don't know me. I know they don't give a crap about me. I know it's too much effort to make a real friend. I know we won't be cuddling on the couch watching Dexter. I know I'll never meet them for real and they'll disappear back into the abyss of the internet and I'll feel worse. I know they're not P. I know it won't end up being anything and I'm just waiting to regret it all. Fucking spring.