Like a pro

I think I had a panic attack last night. I was lay in bed and my head and heart were freaking the fuck out. I invited M##### over last minute, figured some company might do me good. We spoke about love languages. Hers seems to be showing up, getting drunk on white wine, stumbling up to bed and passing out in my pyjamas before I’ve even managed to climb into bed. I don’t know my love language but I know it isn’t that. After 5 minutes she was out like a light, and I spent the night downstairs worrying – like a god damn love professional.