I got inspired...
Feb. 18th, 2011 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sandra_lindseyAnyone else get inspired by the Friday Guys over at Reviews by Jessewave? I'm sure I can't be the only one! Anyhow, one of them today inspired this little glimpse:
You say you want a photo, so here you go.
"I can't see your eyes!" I know you'll complain.
But that's the point. Or... no, I said that wrong. It's not that you can't see my eyes; it's that no one else can. I know why you want the photo. You're putting it in your wallet so you can show folks while you're away. "Look, here's my boyfriend. Isn't he just the best?" And I don't know these people – who they are, where they are. Nothing. And I don't want to meet their eyes. I don't want to think about them looking at me, judging me; judging you. I don't want to think about that.
I want to think about you coming back, about us being together again; I want to dream about a time when you don't have to go away and you don't care if a photo shows my eyes or not because you can see the real thing every day. A time when you can call me up and I can drop by, just so you can refresh your memory.
Until then, here's this. Me, in my favourite hat, looking all Mr Mysterious. For my eyes, you've got your memory. Use that to see me smile as well.
And don't forget to check the back: I left you some advice.
Save a horse. Ride a cowboy.
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If you're interested, I scanned the original (complete with slightly smudgy bit from where I spilt* my cuppa):
*Yeah, probably 'spilled' rather than 'spilt'. I'm just helping the language evolve ;-)
You say you want a photo, so here you go.
"I can't see your eyes!" I know you'll complain.
But that's the point. Or... no, I said that wrong. It's not that you can't see my eyes; it's that no one else can. I know why you want the photo. You're putting it in your wallet so you can show folks while you're away. "Look, here's my boyfriend. Isn't he just the best?" And I don't know these people – who they are, where they are. Nothing. And I don't want to meet their eyes. I don't want to think about them looking at me, judging me; judging you. I don't want to think about that.
I want to think about you coming back, about us being together again; I want to dream about a time when you don't have to go away and you don't care if a photo shows my eyes or not because you can see the real thing every day. A time when you can call me up and I can drop by, just so you can refresh your memory.
Until then, here's this. Me, in my favourite hat, looking all Mr Mysterious. For my eyes, you've got your memory. Use that to see me smile as well.
And don't forget to check the back: I left you some advice.
***
If you're interested, I scanned the original (complete with slightly smudgy bit from where I spilt* my cuppa):
*Yeah, probably 'spilled' rather than 'spilt'. I'm just helping the language evolve ;-)
