I have nothing for him & his “secret plan.”

We talk on the phone almost every Friday. It’s always the same drill. Mostly I describe my whole week by telling stories & other things that I think will interest him. Whether he laughs or not, it’s up to him. I mean, that’s the whole point of telling him, in order to make him laugh….

I’ll be ready soon.

There’s a line that begins to form at work. But, it’s not so uncontrollable that I can’t handle it. After all, there is someone else there to help, but he’s busy at the time. This ended up being a good thing because then I wouldn’t have been able to talk to mr. cutie. I’m waiting…

Please.. just leave!

As the sunlight shines through my discolored blinds, I feel weird. I feel different this morning when I woke up to 94.5 pst. I can’t really describe it to you. It’s more of a calm, at peace feeling. There’s silence. This allows you to sit and think about every thought imaginable. Except, there might be…

Writing & learning go hand in hand.

You know how something happens and it gives you inspiration to write? Well, whenever I hang out with him, afterward, I feel as if I can describe everything around me, including the way he looks at me, what we did, how I felt. I FEEL the urge to write, to recall all of the facts…

I regret it.

I look at the clock, which strikes 8:00 pm, when he will come visit me at work. We had such a great encounter the last time we saw each other, so I figured it would be the same. I see him, smile & greet him. We walk downstairs and the stares from my co-workers begin….

There is nothing left for me to do.

He walks in and laughs a little as my parents greet him with a joke,& remarks about something corny I might do, since it’s April Fool’s Day. I laugh to myself as he heads into my room with my chapstickĀ that my mother told him to deliver to me. He tells me about an arabic song…