It’s a sunday night. A night never to be trusted for emotions. So a lot of you guys are gonna head home and either receive texts at the dead of night or actually compose them. [They] are not going to be fully representative of how you feel for the rest of the day or the rest of your week. Well you’ll be reaching out and if you’re not reaching out, you’ll have someone reaching out to you. And your friends and your brain and your morals and your conscience have all trained you not to respond. But I’m going to go against the grain and I’m going to suggest that the next time you get a text from the one you love, the only person in the world that you love and can’t talk to, that you respond, that you just write back. When they ask you if you’re up, and you love em just write back, “Yup, come over.” This life is just too short to keep playing the game. Because if you really want somebody, you’ll figure it out later. Otherwise you’re laying in bed with a Blackberry on your chest, staring at it, doing nothing for the rest of the night, hoping that it goes *vibrate*vibrate*vibrate*.
John Mayer