One Big Joke
A text sent at 10:50:39 PM when I was eating a wonton noodle at a glorious place hidden in the old part of the city says:
"Baby I miss you when I am not in view of you. I miss you when I put the phone down. I miss you when I stop texting you. I miss you when I can't picture you in my mind. It is not the constant communication that has led me to feel the way I do for you. It is the woman I have got to know. The sweet, thoughtful, funny, well-read, articulate, motherly, sexy, and attractive that you are that has led me to develop these feelings of love for you."
Life is one big joke. I choked on my wonton. My borrowed-heaven wonton. I wish I was still that 18 year old girl, who could perceive the term 'love' without any hints of phobias. And yet I'd like to believe it.
posted by Indiaphile @ 11:20 AM
3 Comments:
i don't like hearing the word 'love' to soon. it scares me. is that what you are feeling?
now if it wasn't too soon than what a sweet text.
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