I realized a few moments ago what a perceived absence can do to a lonely two hearts. Not speaking to you, too tired to deal with late night phone calls and early morning wake-me-ups. I haven’t forgotten. Not at all. Like I don’t think, miss, hit, spin back.

I am dizzy from this flailing wave of attention I am not sure what to do with. People have been calling me to the extent that I have become so excited and happy I never got a cell phone. If they leave messages on my answering machine the only person harassed is my roommate and I by the sound of the ringing. RIngers can be turned off. I hate cell phones. Did I tell you that?

You will be seeing me soon.
When, I don’t know. Your sounds are fresh in my skull. Beating at the corners.