shuffling from room to room and peaking through the blinds (i'm always one step ahead). my stomach turns with the wheels in his head. he's whining about things i wish i had. he always sees shadow instead of shade. tries to convince me love is dead. but i'll believe it when i see it. i'll believe you when i see you. peaking through the blinds and hoping you'll drive up. he whines again and i pull the plug.

silent anticipation of you.

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