company
I go one day away from your disappointing presence, and I am feeling free. I am released from the painfully slow torture of wasting my time with you, making small talk because your big talk is buried so far below the surface with no signs of surfacing.
day two:
longing for your company. sad sinking heart broken at what must be at least partially contributed to my own inadequicies. Boredom? Procrastination? Or is it actually possible I miss you. a lot.
I can’t talk to you. I don’t know how to change that. You don’t do anything. Perhaps your saving it. Where’s the magic button? Why bother looking?
day three:
no I will not join you for tea and crumpets. No I will not beer and tv with you. Do I look like a meat and potatoes kind of girl? No I will not play house. No I will not split your check…
girl, why you so nervous?
