• Get on your phone for me; someone really should call her for me. Please? I know it’s probably not a good idea but I keep hearing things that makes me think otherwise. Oh good you called her and......? No way she wants to talk to me again...no s**t. Can we get her today? No....oh, what about tomorrow? Tomorrow at 3, yeah that’s cool with me. I’m so nervous to see her again. The car ride is making me kind of sick. No, there’s no need to pull over its not like a puking kind of sick just a....I don’t know it’s hard to explain. You'd know the feeling if you felt it. So here we sit in your living talking of things of the past, present and possible future. How weird feeling this is sitting in the same room as her again. Not much has changed with her. Smile, laugh and speech still take me back to a time not too long ago when we would spend all day together sitting in front of closed shops drinking pop and eating blocks of cheese in the Arcade Hallway when no one was looking. Taking pictures in dirty alleyways where I swear the homeless slept when it rained or snowed. I snap back to reality and it’s just us in the living room still talking about ourselves. I guess trying to see if the other is more than interested in the others self-centered story of our hardships. Oh you want to have smoke? Well let me join you if I may, may I? So it’s out the door and down a few stairs and outside. Where the cold hits my lungs like a punch to the stomach. Its fine cause when I sat down in the chair next to you the serious talk began. We looked at each other and I said I haven't really been with anyone since you and you ask why, my answer was a modest “I just wasn't happy." But I'm more than sure we both knew what I meant. And you tell me your boyfriend and you sometimes fight over the dumbest s**t, it’s only natural to argue about petite s**t anyways. So I flick my filter a few seconds after you did and it’s back up the steps and through the door. The only thing different this time is instead of me sitting on the floor looking at you, I'm right next to you. I feel tension and in this kind of situation I get nervous and joke a lot. We fight on the floor and make fools of ourselves. You pull my hair with such hatred for me....Why? I know why. It’s still okay to ask, right? All the longer we sit next to each other I can’t help be taken back to the nite I asked you out....The yes was so fast I was but only a little afraid at how fast you responded to me. Oh it’s time for another smoke...yeah that’s fine with me. Back outside again, you blow your smoke at me, well I can’t just do nothing. So I in return do the same, the thought crossed my mind to lean in for a kiss but you a boyfriend so I didn't. Well it’s time for you to go but you tell me a secret out loud and all I say is “oh don’t worry about it...it was my fault." I guess I'll see you around but I doubt it because like you say your like a flash of lighting one second your there and the next gone like you were never anywhere near here....A faint memory that makes people think you were but a day dream....If only you really were a day dream away...if only