failed lover

Should we attempt to be literal, instead? Let's forget about reading between the lines, we both know that that's actually a lame excuse for cowardice. My fingers have been sweaty all day from thoughts of you. And here I am wondering if I made up all those calls and SMS? Was I deluded? Or did I make you all up?

My knees weak, my skin numb, my face frozen, my lips tightly sealed and my eyes begging for your attention. Won't you throw me a pregnant glance? Won't you snatch a stare? How many times have you imagined sleeping next to each other? Only to abandon them for its near impossibility. I am but a peg of wood in between two slabs waiting to fall. Please give me a call once you get this, okay? Its not easy sending these long telegraphs especially as the world decided to turn its back on it. I've recieved news from them, soon we can do that getaway we've planned for many years. And oh, please don't forget I don't like chasing after the train so we better get ready early. Maybe we can even manage to shop for some food, wine and flowers for the trip.

kisses