Maybe when the room is empty, maybe when the bottle's full, maybe when I'm done with thinking, maybe you can think me whole.

I just had a beyond lovely nap. Yeah, I know. Who would have thought? I hate naps.

It was a very weird one though, and I kept waking up because of the sounds of people talking and moving around in the house. I think my neighbours are in my kitchen right now, but I don't have the energy to check. I hear their voices though.

I dreamt when I napped. It was very choppy because I kept waking up.

There were three main players involved, all of which I spent some time with today. I got to kiss one before it was through. We were all in a coffee shop, picking up ... well, I don't even know! But I bought ice cream. Like a whole tub full.

Earlier, you'd hurt your foot playing soccer, and I'd let your heel rest in my hands, rubbing my thumbs softly along your ankles in attempts to make you feel better; to make me feel better. We kept glancing furtively at each other the entire night, just like today. You had to go though because on of your friends had a ringuette game to go to and it had been planned that you were to watch.

We were standing face to face, off to the side of the coffee shop line-up. Not a romantic scene at all, but it was oddly quiet. Quiet just for us. Just for that moment. So, in a way it was very romantic.

You said, "So, this is goodbye?" And we both leaned in for the kiss; instinctive, anticipated.
It was so warm and soft, and right.
I wanted to grab onto the fabric of your black pea coat and keep you there.
But our lips parted, and we smiled coyly at one another because we could see the bustle of the coffee shop uninterrupted all around us. No one had seen.
We walked to the door, and you adopted her stride, fantastic locks of hair whipping around as you turned to give me one last look.

It was so good. But please get the fuck out of my head.