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By Ali Date: 2007 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.01.09.26.26997]] |
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I miss the sound of your voice. Isn't that funny? Well, maybe not funny 'ha-ha,' but slightly...ironic. I went seven years without hearing your voice, or talking to you. Seven. And now, I've gone a couple of weeks without it, and I'm climbing up the walls. Not literally, of course. I'm afraid of heights. Sure, there's been a few emails, but it isn't the same. You already know that, I know. So today. Today is the day that everything changes. Worlds explode and collide, even at a distance. There's possibility and chance, challenges that I can't fathom--but neither will I walk away from them. I can't see past my own heart. I know the dangers in that. Oh, I know such troubles quite well. Even still, I wonder about your own realizations. Can you dig beneath all these surfaces to find the root? My heart sparks like lightening at the thought of you, your touch, and your smile. But for you...this is an unknown supernova. You think you know, think you understand it all--clever man that you are. But you don't. You can't. It's beyond you, even as it's right in front your charming face. This, this...isn't a warning. It's a prophecy. Between the lines, of course. There's so much to do, so much to be said. I bite my tongue. Sure, there are a thousand moves I could make. I could walk away. I could be angry. I could choose not to pick up the phone. I could just fall into your waiting (sometimes metaphoric) arms. It is my enigmatic right. But I'd rather bide my time than make a snap decision. I'd rather let you prove to me that you're worth it. Because I won't accept the standard line(s); you're going to have to spark something other than my interest. I'm a hurricane kind of girl. A softly-raging-fire kind of soul. Every kind of natural disaster hides in my eyes. But it's been years since you've seen them. Perhaps...perhaps you have (foolishly) forgotten. Shall I remind you? |