It’s cold outside today. Even by Prague standards.
I had nothing to do and I was a bit wine-drunk so I started reading our chat log. We don’t talk like we used to, so maybe one or two conversations a year.
I re-read our entire chat history. That took me about 20 mins. It’s a short chat history.
What is it about good things that only come in small bites? If I had all of you, all the time … would it stop being a good thing?
If I’m being honest, I don’t think about you constantly, you just come into my mind sporadically and you go away almost as fast as you came.
Tonight you came into my mind because I got wine-drunk and I remembered the times we got wine-drunk together. Oh, those were the times.
Tonight you came into my mind and I wish you came knocking on my door. I wish you came into my apartment. I wish you came onto my bed.
We’ll strip the sheets afterward. We’ll sleep on a naked mattress. Naked.
The weather lady said it’s going to snow tomorrow. Again. Who cares? You’re here. We’re here. We’re in Prague, naked, in bed and it’s snowing outside.
The world could end right now and I wouldn’t give a damn. We’d go out with a bang.
That’d be a good way to go.
