The worst silence is the one where I sit waiting patiently at my keyboard, waiting for a light to blink, waiting less patiently after a minute, pacing after three, crying after five and screaming after six, just so there won't be silence anymore.
And then you type and write and send and say "sorry that took so long" and I am in love with you again, but far too scared to admit it to the silence that is about to come, as soon as I hit SEND.
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Leah and All Accompanying Disasters
RomanceHere are vingettes and conversations from a novel I haven't yet written. Here are Leah, John, and all of their disasters.
