another set of words you've chosen just for me flashes across a tiny glass screen. i know i'm going to roll my eyes the second i picture your face as you type those words out. i appreciate the attention - i always have - but it doesn't really belong to me and i feel like a thief. this is made worse when i realize i can't return what i'm stealing, and i can't explain why i have it.
you have someone waiting for you, where is her attention?
you tell me that you miss me and can't wait to see me, when will you see her?
if you're so in love with me, why did you ask her to marry you?
that set of words is still waiting for me and i throw them away from me, as far as i dare. i'm an unwilling thief; framed for every crime.
