I just need to complain to someone...not my usual write
I open the word document and begin to type what I should; boring, formal, meaningless sentences on a topic I could care less about. But my sense of responsibility beings to fade (not that is was very strong to start with), and soon I'm reduced to staring pleadingly at my phone and singing along to Pandora. All I can think about is his face, his voice, the way he says "I love you".... And whether he's still prepared to say it. By now, I've assumed he isn't, and I'm clutching at foolish hopes... Until he sends an abstract text out of the blue, and I haven't the foggiest clue what to make of it. It's an enigma, and so is he. I don't suppose I will ever be able to figure this one out, not for ages at least. So I'll return to my mundane word doc and hope my phone rings sometime soon
(I wanted to write a poem about it but I gave up and typed this instead)
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