Wanted you to call because hearing your voice and talking to you cheers me up and makes me happy.
Though the actual call turned to one of quick disappointment, slight sober dejection at a realisation:
That this is reality: you're busy with work, and we don't exist in the same space all the time.
But you feel the same too. So near yet so far.
Times like this, it's time for a quick game of pretend. Pretending that I could really rest against your shoulder. That you're there.
A quick game of pretend indeed. Just.. Just to get on with life.
The Lighter Side of Her
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A grey dress with sweet dainty puckered sleeves and a special nook clothes and surrounds dreamy fancies and flights of imagination. Memories from here and there creep in, forming the pen in her head.
When time slows down, she writes.
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