Mid Night Notes:: Note 2::

Mid Night Notes

Note (2):

22 March 2008

My true love,

I hear it in your voice, you're hurt. It hurts you to see me living a Single woman's life when the truth is; you want me all for your self. It hurts you to hear me speaking of other men coming into my life leaving their footprints on my heart, leaving traces of their scents on my dress, leaving gibberish words of insanity in my notes. It hurts you to tell me, who is right for me and who is not, who to trust and whom should I forget; 'Cause the hidden, untold truth is that you want me all for your self, and what hurts you most is that you know that I want you too; but unlike me you insist, persist, and strongly believe that we were not meant to be.

I believe that you are absolutely right. Us can never work out; but "how would it be like?" is a question that steals away my sleep at night, so I pick up the phone, and dial your number with my eyes closed, and like an enchanting lullaby melody, your voice soothes the mad muses in my head, as you ask me about my day, work, friends, family and every other detail, and like a magical spell, I am bewitched as I start telling you everything, every little detail of where I been, who I met, and what I think. We would talk for long hours, till sunrise, yet I don’t get bored or tired, not even for a minute. I pray to god that time moves slower, maybe even stop for a day, so I don’t have to hang up the phone, so I can fall asleep while listening to your sweet lullaby.