He came by one day asking for a screwdriver (not the drink), I answered the door in my underwear and acted embarrassed when he stared at my plum colored balconette bra. Since then I know he wants to fuck me but I'm not here to make friends. I stay away from temptations even when I think that she might want it too.
Meanwhile, S tells me that Henry left Paris and went back to LA. "A friend saw him at Wilshire Boulevard" she says, "he looked heartbroken". She calls me on a landline phone in the kitchen, I sit with my legs crossed on the wooden floor and listen to her talk och breathe and laugh. She's the only person I'd want to see right now.
This is a very interesting story. Emotions will not go into molds. He knows no borders. Free treats.
ReplyDeleteOf course Henry is heart broken and misses you.. he loves you ... I wonder if he knows that for real. ..
ReplyDelete... betcha next door neighbour's name is just another as well or what ever U want it 2 be ... go 4 it as U only live once ... unless U r a cat ... smiles ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when the only person you want to see isn't there. Sometimes all I want to do is rant to that one person, but because she's not here I feel so alone.
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It only looks like he could do better now. Give them a few years.
ReplyDeleteInteresting neighbors. :P
ReplyDeleteI hope things would get better with you though.