it's a misdemeanor. to get attached to something as meaningless as email. until you start baring your heart and soul, and in the end, realize you said a tad too much after all. now, u start to hate yourself for letting your feelings get caught by someone a little bit above "stranger" status. because you liked hearing from him...you looked forward to hearing from him..after all.
the thing is, he's in neverland with his own tinkerbell and you just don't want to be Wendy at this point. and even though you're not in London, NYC is still pretty much REAL from another point. Yet, he lets you fly as you write...there is no string attached. No danger zone. No physical contact. No discomfort.
Until the conversation stops. And your inbox is empty of him.
And you know.
it's no longer a misdemeanor, but a crime.
NEVER NEVER LAND stops here.
Yet, as you head out the door, a trail of pixie dust and mermaid's song is still on your mind.
Damn. I'm heading HOME.
Feb 14, 2007
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