She is silly tonight, and I like it.
She has been silly before, but not like this. Tonight she is relaxed, spontaneous, and incredibly cute. I find my guard lowering against my will. I like the fact that she can be this way with me, and I laugh as each new thing she says surprises me more than the last. The smile never leaves my face.
I wish I could give her a playful shove, or mess up her hair, or tickle her.
Or touch her shoulder.
Or kiss her lips.
But I can’t. I’ve never even met her, and I probably never will.
It feels good though, laughing and smiling and not noticing the time at all. I knew I’d been lonely, but I didn’t realize how lonely until tonight. Her playfulness implies a certain level of intimacy, and it reminds me that I once had somebody that I could be silly and stupid with long ago.
I don’t have that anymore, and I don’t really even have it tonight with her. But right now that doesn’t matter.
She is silly tonight, and I like it. And I don’t want it to end.
And I’m late for work.
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
You deserve so much love
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Awwwww... you're the best, V.
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