Whoah it’s been almost two weeks.
New job. No news.
No love quest news.
No news from ex. Last weekend lots of news.
This week. No news.
With you. Saturday you had a hole in your roof. Maybe it was your ceiling.
Haven’t talked to you. Did you blow me off?
I emailed you this afternoon and tonight I texted you.
On this rainy Monday will you this evening accept my rescheduling attempt?
I asked you wanna do something tomorrow to make up for the hole that botched our plans?
I don’t hear from you.
Kit, I miss each and every part of you.
