Hold your breath until you can't hold it anymore. Then let yourself breath. What you feel in the middle of your chest is how I feel when am about to meet her. No, its not the first time am meeting her. We have traveled together, to places, we've ridden horses, we have eaten sea food, we have run out of gas, we have shopped together, we have been on the same bed, but every time, every single time am about to see her. I feel... Breath in deep, hold your breath for the longest you can, repeat that for three times, and feel that thing you feel at the middle of your chest. If you ask me, I think scientist are mad people, ask a writer, ask poets, ask lovers, our hearts are in the middle of the chest. And I feel it, am about to meet her, not for the first time, but it feels like the first time.
Is there a way you do things? A way you have always done things, sometimes do you feel even though you do those things the way you do them, you want to do them differently just for one day, before you go back to your old routine. I feel that way now. When I meet her, even though I feel the same way I feel every time I meet her; like it's the first time, I want to do things a little different with her.
Definitely, it starts with the bed. Yes, Cosmopolitan is the magazine that re-wrote the sex positions in my mind, and a new Kamasutra is what I will be writing about by the time she is packing her bags leaving my place once it is time for her to leave until we meet again.
Who said long distance couldn't be fun? Who said? Bring that person here. No, really, I could use extra viewers. You know, you get seven hundred, you want fourteen hundred, you get eighteen hundred you want twenty eight hundred, you get twenty eight hundred you want her to swallow, you want her to swallow you feel like you are a good enough writer to spread books on shelf for sale.
I want things different this time, not so much sending gifts wrapped in designer boxes and cared in red velvet sponges, yes, I want that too, but I crave kisses more. Yes, we will eat out at nice places, but now babe my kitchen is so much larger, that white horse you want us to steal could actually dance in the kitchen. I want us to stay home, you know in a restaurant you get cravings and all one can do is throw their legs up the others legs. But at home, in my kitchen, throw my legs up your legs, and throw myself under your skirt, whenever the urge boiled up, whenever, as in anytime I want, anytime I want...
I want us to do the thing we did at that place with a chimney, you remember? That romantic place completely out of the city. Oh, that was a moment. It's a shame we got there at three in the morning, thanks for helping me drive though. I want us to do that, I want us to sleep, sleep together, doze of under a blanket and let the television re-run that series from episode to episode.. Until morning light appears, and catches us.
And it's only with you that I can sit at the balcony and be myself, I love the way we switch topics. You know a girl is meant to be when you can really talk to her about everything, as in you know the conversations flip like the pancakes that I know she will make me for breakfast when she is here. And she talks fabric, I talk fashion, she talks shop, I talk stocks, she talks family, I talk friends, she talks babies, I shut her mouth, we talk dowry we fight. It's so beautiful. Stop thinking far, we are still young and reckless, still have the world to see, so no babies baby.
But I want you to trust me like a baby trust it's mother. It's a cruel world we live in you know. Remember that guy at the beach, the one who refaced to take photos, remember the requests you kept on getting that day on your BB, you were as scared as fcuk, and I carried you home to a safe place.
You remember that night at that place, I liked the guy after he spread tonnes of cigar brands, they must be smuggled, his vodkas were as awesome, must have been smuggled to, but I hated him after the party came to an end, was it to much to drop as at Nyali Cinemax. Was it too much? Where the hell were we supposed to get a cab back. You know friends of friends are not always good hosts.
Babe, I handled it well, I took care of us, but you babe, you were a complete bitch after that bathroom incident. I admit both of us were disappointed, but what the hell? Or was it the alcohol, cause you and alcohol are not friends, I don't know why you always try to be alcohols friend. And after you have talked together over a few drinks, babe you turn into a nightmare, crying one minute, laughing the other, bitchy as hell, and it's not very comfortable for me, especially the part where I have to carry you.
But maybe alcohol is your friend, you know it's important to vent out. You are a perfect angel babe. Do you remember as we were walking past the tents at that place with the lake we didn't get time to properly see. I was the one with issues, but I blamed it on you. Oh my, these days it's as if every time my emotions don't even out on a scale, am calling babe, and am complaining at babe, instead of complaining to the world. But you take it in, like you take me in, cause you are my care giver, and am your fairy tale giver.
Come to think of it, I think thats what relationships should be about, a key and a lock, keys and locks are different, oh come on readers, even you know keys and locks are different, but they need each other to be complete. She does her math so well, while I am thinking about my profit she calculates it, when she is thinking about the cold weather, I surprise her with a scurf.
I can't wait to see you, and as I want us to spend more time together at home, talking about the color of my walls, and not so much the colors of the walls in restaurants that actually have fish knives, there is a place I want us to see, to eat from, and please make sure you stand up in the middle of dinner to visit the wash room. They actually pull your seat and escort you. How about that?
Heard, you must powder your nose.
Am still anxious to see you, I know you asked me for a diary, or was it a journal when you called and found out I was at the bookshop, but you wouldn't believe what I found instead... Yes, that should teach you a lesson, don't give me instructions, hint things, especially in bed.
