Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say but if you only knew
How easy, it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say
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ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴ'?
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ᴡʜᴀᴛ?
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Don't you just adore those god-awful early mornings when the city's asleep, and for a brief, delusional moment, everything seems a little unreal, like the world's still dreaming. Yeah, can't say the same thing.
There's this noise — like a squeal —A horrifying, soul-haunting squeal that's been going on all bloody night. It's the rat. It's the sodding rat, I just know it. Yeah, I thought it was gone too.
Last night was lovely, though. Dinner, wine, laughter. Roger. God, Roger. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until I saw him again. We were inseparable back then, couldn't go a day without each other until that one stupid Monday morning when he had to leave everything — including me — and go back to America. I don't blame him, really. It wasn't his fault. He was just an exchange student. There wasn't a little British girl in his plans when he got here.
We caught up, had dinner, got a little drunk — just a bit. It was Saturday... I think. Anyway, this morning I'm halfway between nostalgia and a breakdown when someone knocks at the door forcing me out of my oh-so-comfy bed.
I opened it to see Rachel — the smiley waitress — with the biggest grin on her face, and next to her stood a dark-haired woman wearing an identical smile. What's with these people and smiling?
Not even the birds are this awake on a Saturday morning. Or maybe I just have a problem with happiness. Didn't realize growing up meant dying inside, but here we are.
"Hi new neighbor!"
Oh, no.
"I'm Monica Geller nice to meet you, we just wanted to say welcome and if you ever need something don't hesitate to pop over "
"Yes! Well, I thought since you were new here and probably lonely, we baked you some welcome pie!" Rachel looked thrilled.
"And by 'we', she means I. I baked the pie," Monica corrected.
