When you re-read your convo
And you can't help but think
'Would what I'm saying be considered cheating?
Maybe... Maybe not...
To flirt or not to flirt.. That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To die, to sleep
No more and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To die, to sleep
To sleep perchance to dream
Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
Wait... What was I thinking about..?
Lolohwell.
Hamlet is much more interesting than what I was thinking about..
I think..'