It’s funny how writing about butterflies got my mind off the bees.
Ideas whizzing in my head, stinging the back of my mind.
Ideas that never get fulfilled because I push them away.
Ideas that stop me from thinking.
Ideas that make me panic!
Why did he say that? Was it something I said? Something I did?
Am I just overthinking things? But what if I’m not? Maybe it was just a generic comment. Maybe it wasn’t. Should I apologise? What if everything’s fine and I sound weird by apologising for nothing?
Should I just be honest and ask? I think I —