Writing you a Postcard
Don't panic. It's a postcard. A simple postcard. A small piece of cardboard. A novelty people send home from holidays to talk about the weather, the local food and the price of pirated cd's...
'Dear J.'
Dear J. what? Where the hell are you? Why in God's name are you not here? The reason you haven't called me better be that you've been kidnapped by mutant wasps with lazer pointer eyes who have you locked and bound in their secret underground lair...
'How are you?'
I'm going crazy. I miss you. I need you. I see your face in my morning cereal. I almost rugby tackled a man on the street yesterday just because the back of his head looked like yours...
'I'm doing pretty well.'
I think i see you in every crowd. I think I hear you in every breeze. Every day I expect you to turn up like the hero in one of those terribly predictable Hugh Grant movies... standing in the rain (because to be truly cliche it MUST be raining) declaring your love while a string quartet plays softly in the background...
'I guess I might see you soon.'
With love. With lust. With hope. With the kind of disgusting puppy dog expression that people roll their eyes at...
'-Josie'