Rendezvous
04 January 06 : 09.57 PM
Sometimes we fight over to gets to use my computer. I can't do that with yours because you're way stronger than me. You get annoyed when I tell you what to do next while playing solitaire. Sometimes you climb over me and when I'm trapped, you tickle me and I can't run. We dim the lights in your room and lie in bed, just hugging and whispering. Can I still write, silently in your room while you sleep next to me?
Sometimes I can't remember the good times.
Do you sometimes think about us? The way I do?