The Pool
I saw you in the hot tub today. Your unruly black hair. Beautiful brown eyes. That confusing Asian and Hispanic heritage. Those adorably dorky glasses. I know she wasn’t you, I know a number of reasons she clearly wasn’t you. But when I first glanced, I half expected her to shout my name, or embarrassed she’d walk away.
It’s been a year since you pushed me away. It’s been a couple weeks since you’ve started entering my dreams and then my waking thoughts. Until I had to write Kelst and Ayne. Every episode of Bones has been about chasing the one you love. I tell people I just miss not having someone beside me, but I’ve dated, and none have compared.
Wish you were here.
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Sometimes I just don’t know what to say.
Yeah. Today has just sucked, and that decided to heap itself on. Ever cry in a public shower? It’s been a special day. Looks like yours has too. 😛
Oh yeah. 😛
And one long dream tonight about her 😦
Awesome.
Oh dear. Not much we can do about dreams. 😦
PS: Public shower had separate stalls. Goodness, would not let it happen actually in front of other people. 😛
Oh good. I was worried there that you’d be dragged off to the funny farm.
❤
Thanks 🙂
You’re always welcome 🙂