I curl my toes and rap one foot over the other.
Those cold feet never seem to heal.
It's raining outside and I'm not quite sure what to do with my arms when I'm with you,
or with my words.
I do that nervous laugh of mine and shrug my shoulders hoping you would fill in the blanks.
Yeah, of course _ ____ ____ you warm. Is there ____ possibility you could ____ __ ____ warm while I keep ____ ____ warm. Like a _____?
I bite my lip and look up and try to rub the stress out of my temples.
Out of this forsaken temple.
The rain reminds me of my contentment and I hope that everything reminds you of me; but don't really answer that.
I'm not sure what to say or what needs to be said.
Call me again.
I like the sound of your voice over the phone.
Ps. I'm, darling, I won't be depressed anymore if you don't want me to. .
Sarah
xxoxoo
