You’ve been trying so hard to behave. Like I don’t hear that little change in your voice. Like I don’t know exactly where your mind has been wandering. Here’s the part I haven’t told you: You’re not the only one thinking it. Maybe I’m tired of giving you the composed version of me. Maybe I know exactly what I’m doing when my voice gets softer… when I pause a little too long… when I say something that could be completely innocent and let you decide whether it was. It wasn’t. You’ve been having all those inappropriate thoughts about me. And I’ve been enjoying knowing I’m the reason you’re having them. Now you know I’m thinking them too. So go ahead. Let your mind wander. Mine already has. — Thalia Lux