Texting is a lot like talking, except you lie.

April 30, 2011
My heart jumps and makes a small noise when my phone vibrates. It's a text. From him. I wait a precautionary second before opening the pretend envelope. He says:
"Hey. How r u doing?"

I close my eyes and let my breath run out over my lips, hang in the air before me. I don't know where it goes after that. I start to text:
"I'm miserable because I can't feel the rise and fall of ur breathing. The vibration of ur voice in ur throat i kiss to keep a bit of it, it's like chocolate. I want to feel the bridge of ur nose against my cheek, hovering because your lips want to be on mine; I don't know, something about two pilgrims. I want to pull into ur chest, feel the world dissolve around my feet, wade thru it w u. I'm not in love w u, I'm knot in love w u. I know the same air slides over ur skin like mine, what if air u've breathed has reached me? I don't want to talk about my feelings w u, I want to throw them at u like that kid in dodge ball. If it bruises, I will kiss it better, I promise. "

And then I erase it all and type "Fine :)"

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