Last Night, I got a phone call.
I didn't want to answer, because I was already sleeping, also, I was having an ecstatic dream; but I opened my eyes and saw the caller's ID. It was him.
I pushed my phone's green button and said a faint
YES ?
I found out you were back in the city.
I asked you if you wanted your lies back. Your favorite ones, that is.
I didn't realize that I was on auto-pilot and playing along a part that's no longer mine. I got so used to this, that I didn't synapse faster to stop such non-sense from happening.
Luckily, you know me better than I know myself, and told me, that this time, I'm lying for real.
So I guess Jo was right.
Or not?
I'll see when we meet, I guess then I'll know what my heart is thinking. I don't have my heart inside my brains, nor logic does my heart follow.
I'm drunk with the whole world and I'm so anxious for 9 p.m. to come!
I'm leaving then for the city.
I stii don't know which is causing more nervousness :
-
Seeing the guys and frolicking in laughter rivers?
Or
- seeing us two embeded in each other's beings?