"...I might have said too much"

I ended up later than I thought.

When I got into the room, the clothes I’d forgotten to put away and the dishes I’d left half-washed were sitting in the kitchen.

...That was fun, talking at the café.

“...I might have talked too much.”

I mutter that to myself. Maybe I came off a little too strong.

I never thought we listened to the same radio show, and even our favorite day of the week is the same...

Maybe because I’d never talked about that kind of thing with my friends, I was really happy.