You And Me

twenty-one.

There are days, Parker, when I just wait for you to come on Facebook so I can casually drop a "hi" (and perhaps get into a long conversation with you), but sometimes even this drives me crazy.

You won't go on for a few days, maybe two, maybe three, and by then my eyes'd be droopy, and the black bags under my eyes would be so big that people would think I cried while wearing a ton of mascara. All because I've even stayed up all night waiting for you.

I'm not saying you should go on more; I love the suspense you give me, just as much as I hate it, and I do understand that you have a life. I'm only saying how I feel about each and every aspect that happens between us here, and I'm hoping you could accept each and every little thing I'm saying right now.

Or perhaps you'd like to know just how much I hate and love you with a kiss?

Or perhaps, by the time you've already made up your mind, I'll be sprawled onto the floor, unconscious, from all the somersaults my heart has already done.