i wanted to tell you how crappy my day had been, my week really; how utterly busy i am that i’ve got every damn hour planned out till the weekend, even the next two weeks; how my earliest respite would be the moment i see you again, IF you’ll still be there when i arrive. I wanted to tell you what happened to me last monday, or how my yesterday went, or my cancelled plans for today. I wanted to tell you i think i got a free hour tomorrow…and i want to see you…and talk some, over coffee.
But all that came out was hi.
I wanna see you and not need an excuse to do so.