It is really funny how I read each message at least twice. You aren’t even talking to me but I read them all at least twice. I scroll and re-read the ones I know I’ve already seen but I can’t help myself. I read the messages from others to you and follow along on the conversations. A voyeur is the best I can be. Watching and smiling at your smiles. Laughing at your laughs. An eavesdropper if there ever was one. You are the maestro of my mood and it lifts and falls at the wave of your hand. I change whenever you’re around and I can’t help it.