It... melted. Sorry

Was on my nick when I left. Now the popsicle has a new meaning. It's good that it melted. We talked from 1 to 615 about nothing and the last half hour about us. So mirroresque that we didn't believe eachother when we said "me too". Since Lenny, we've had feelings for eachother, which were hidden because of the fear of not being corresponded. With every badtrip we sensed, we applied another, therefore creating a vicious cycle of badtrips. Now it's out on the table, we like eachother. Let's see what happens.