Can’t concentrate, can only think of you, yet you’re so namelessfaceless that I can’t concentrate on you either. Can’t focus, can’t work out who you are, I just know that you’re there, you’re listening for me, but you don’t know who I am yet, and I don’t know who you are. You’re the one who will know how to make it all go away, you’re the one who will turn this emptiness into a far sweeter longing. You will make me smile again, and assure me that I’m not too old and I don’t have to much emotional baggage. You might even understand, if I dare to explain to you, the darkness and the light that are inseparable in my soul. Then I would know you were right.
You’re the wallpaper at the back of my mind, a watermark through everything I do, even though I don’t know for sure if you meant me in those oblique references you made, and if you did mean me, I don’t know for sure if you meant it in that way. There are so many reasons not to, but I can’t stamp out this longing. Are we both staring at the screen, missing each other, but worried that we’ll be unwanted? This uncertainty…
My Inbox is desolate and empty without your nonsense in it.
Wow… And to think I never made it past Uborka to Rise… I hope you get around to reading this Karen. It still brings a huge smile to my face to think of you, and the way you write, I love it. Seems you’re doing pretty allright nowadays, I’m proud of you
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I’ll glance you in a crowd someday again maybe…
Thinking of you fondly, (is that a good term?)
Gekko…
(and yes, the leopardgecko’s still do allright but the bearded dragon died and the chaemeleon is still a little fury and there’s going to be a puppy (Jack Russell) to replace our soon to be missed cat Eddie (13 years and sick))
I’ll stop rambling now, tata!