okay... it's a very sketchy 1st draft, but it works... it's kind of Samantha Best-ish with her poem in the series finale... I know, weird/bad comparison. but... here goes... yeah. it's for someone... they'll know who they are...
Birthday Wishes From the Girl With Everything Tangible
I'm dialing your number, wondering if I am making the right decision.
I'm one digit in.
I want this.
I need this.
I want the ampersand between our names to blend us together, not distinguish us as two seperate people.
I want to be an us, a we, a them and not the I, her and him that we currently are.
I'm two digits in and I am starting to regret this decision.
I don't want you to hurt me like you have.
I was crushed, sitting there alone, realizing I was just a friend.
I'm scared of knowing what besides standing me up that you are capable of.
Three digits in and your taste in music redeems you.
Hours of endless conversations over obscure bands that no one else has ever heard of reminisce in my mind.
I think about the car rides sitting next to each other, you with the right ear bud, me with the left, listening to the newest band we discovered.
I don't even like ear buds. they hurt.
The fourth number gets dialed and I realize how much I could hurt you, how much I already have hurt you.
I actually know that you would have never hurt me had I never hurt you.
I think I am always going to be capable of hurting you though.
I can't change that.
At five digits, I am reminded of fun conversations about sports.
I don't even like sports, but talking about them with you made it fun.
I can even go so far as to say that I understood them, or at least brilliantly convinced you that I did.
I could talk about sports forever with you and not get bored.
I punch the sixth digit and realize we aren't right for each other.
We'd be the cute, chatty couple at dinner parties; young, successful entrepreneurs that everyone wants to be, so absorbed in our own lives that we don't know what's happening with each other.
I hit the 7th number and hang up.
I like you.
It's not enough.
