He typed “LOL,” but what I read was “I’m falling for you.” That’s delulu math: one casual laugh = eternal love. Forget tone because my imagination fills in the blanks with a smile, a wink, and maybe a wedding ring.
The reality? He probably just typed it out of habit, maybe even without actually laughing. But in my head, that “LOL” is loaded. It’s the nervous laugh of a man who’s smitten. It’s the soft chuckle of someone secretly obsessed. Basically, it’s flirting disguised as keyboard noise.
Does this logic hold up in court? No. Does it make my day brighter? Absolutely. And until proven otherwise, I’ll continue treating every “LOL” like a love confession.
Tessa’s Final Thought:
Three little letters, endless delusions.
Disclaimer:
This series is for entertainment and perspective. Don’t confuse filler words with feelings but hey, a little imagination never hurts.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	