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I pulled a bum muscle in excitement.

Strange to think you have my number when several months ago we played the Flicky Eye Game from under our fringes. Over the fringes of other, less interesting, heads. I think mutual suspicion gave way when my tongue slipped and I told you, by total accident, that I can smell your hair from three daffodil-yellow [...]

I am sitting there inhaling the musty trapped sun in your room and trying really really hard to stop laughing at something. I’ve forgotten why I originally started, which makes me laugh harder, and I hide my grinning mouth behind a hand. It seeps out from beneath my fingers. Two hands, the fingers pinching the [...]

I would do pretty much anything for you, and I have done. Here is a very small list, selected at random from an enormous backlog.

walked from me to you and back again enough to make 500 miles
scraped back sweaty tendrils of hair and changed underwear
told pretty white lies
half-drowned you at the pool recounting how you [...]

Part of Virginia Woolf fluttered into my luke-warm bath water. She is lying on my carpet looking wrinkly and disgruntled.
Hearing your tired pizza voice is becoming increasingly difficult. Three insurmountable hash keys, two indefatigable stars and a whole bunch of scribbly numbers.
Charlotte Gainsbourg has amazing everything.
Shhh.

Let’s pretend.
Three
Two
One
Weeks. Days. Hours. Being omnipotent we compress time. With food mixers. In with the hard unchewable numbers.
Out with something softer and easier to swallow.
Two weeks, let’s pretend.
See, if we squeeze our eyes together like that, your cute nose wrinkles plus my cream-clotted mascara-ed lashes, it works better.
Try it. (But not into minus numbers, [...]

You look suspicious, different tonight, the way you stumble into the room and its cooking smells. The way you twist your mouth at the corner, subconsciously and one hundred percent unaware of how you look, drives me crazy. Also, you look a little grey right now. That thing you do with your eyes - stare [...]

What does endlessly mean? Is it rash to promise endlessness? I would not mind the over-priced taxi home with you, if you paid.
(And always?)

Words make bodies beautiful.
Right now I would like your fingers in my hair. That is all. Maybe grazing the skin behind my ear as you pull out the tangles.
And I won’t flinch when you pull to hard.

I miss you.
I want to say be somewhere I can meet you, and I want to say, yeah, I’ll drive over later. There are two problems with the latter. It would be at least five hours of impatient sitting at a wheel in the dark. Squinting nervously at the car which pulls too close too [...]