I don’t know much about relationships. I definitely don’t know anything about love. I can’t believe I talked like I did. I don’t. All I want.. like, in the world.. is to keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was. Where you wanna eat and I wanna argue with you, and I wanna hear all your theories. Even the ones that are just completely, you know, wrong. And I know it’s not that simple. I just think.. no I really believe that if you’d just.. if you’d just be willing to continue having this conversation with me.. then we can figure the rest out.