Today I make it harder to put words in writing, knowing that you’ll be there to listen, but then again that never stopped me before. Our dialogue, you know, has gone from none, to some, to a lot, to sad, to non-existent, back up again, faded, and to whatever it is now that has no name yet. Stalling conversations. My voice has since then cracked from nerves, drowned on its own lexis, and gone half tone.

I try to convince myself that everything is all right, meanwhile those dazzling big brown eyes smile back at me, and I try to let myself know that we will be ok. Whether we’re supposed to be or not, that’s another story not worth revealing now, it comes down to us.

Keep me guessing, I keep thinking. Keep me guessing while I try new ways to live without you, while I restrain myself from kissing your lips… as I said before, always on my mind.