I find myself spooned by the softness of your touch. My fingers dance across the gentle surface of your longing. A melody caresses my ears provoking words of unfathomable dialect. I imagine you reading in the corner whilst my fingers play sweet nothings. The thought of you brings me closer to yearning your presence. Until then, I’ll continue to sit on my sofa writing about my dear no one.

Dear Reader,

If you’ve seen this film before could you discover an alternate ending? You can’t risk reckless dating.

X,-A