This Pendulum Of Feelings

It's a quarter past five and my internal clock would ring anytime now. The streets are too silent to be cruising around and I'm not quite certain when the mailman will show up. Just so you know, I haven't slept in two days and I wrote this letter on the fifth anniversary of our first date, our first kiss hoping to revive the summer, hoping it ends differently than it began.

You said we were two peas in a pod, our legs; a pair of scissors, as they intertwined with silky linens that had wildly meandered on our bedroom floor, and meeting on cyberspace was inevitable, that there was nothing to feel awkward about as we tell our kids about falling in love with someone of a different race.

But there is no sense in pretending anymore; flushed cheeks and clammy hands are never fitting enough to retouch that make-up clad face, we called, true love.

The mailman has to be on his way now and I don't think I'll be awake any longer.

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*Written for FOP Challenge [Thanks, Britt] - [Always Together]

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28.07.13