I really don’t know if you stalk me on this, but I know you do stalk. And you know I’m never going to text you more, because of my ego. And you know, if you do contact me, I will see you, and I will yell at you like no man’s been yelled at before. You’re really going to get it. This is all your fault. You started being cruel first. But then, I’ll give you the biggest hug I’ve ever given anyone, squeezing and screaming at you out of love, because you have not been my best friend for the past 8 months and why tf would you do that. I want to smack you in the head. I probably will. I want to splash my glass of water straight into your silver beard. It’ll hopefully wake you up. And then, I’ll talk your ears off.
I have a lot to say. I’ve missed you.
Where the hell have you been?
You told me, “Dealing with you is like putting money in a slot machine, as you never know what you are going to get.”
No, it’s not a gamble… my mood is based upon how much love and attention I’m given. (Sometimes, my external environs do also dictate, but I know how to regulate myself. So, I more bounce off the energy I’m receiving from others with whom I’m engaging.) And yes, if you would have messaged me yesterday, I would have mouthed completely different utterances – I remember what they were. Alas, I can’t say them anymore for my personal circumstances and you flowed in a different direction.
Consequently, you’re getting a different message. Although, you would have loved yesterday’s initial river of words. A lot.
This submission was modified from a former publication: Remember me through non sequiturs I've written into my cell phone notes app while in love
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