/// voice mail

first voice mail in the whole world that melted my heart on the third floor of SP. a coup. did you know how i felt or was i was just part of the plan? but i still followed you anyway, and the lunch place reminded me of spanish library cafeterias, and cafe nero was lovely. sitting by the street on those high wooden seats, with a cornetto and americano. always teasing and wrapping me around your finger. "why should that bother you?" don't you know? don't you know in your heart? do i still have to tell you?