Dancing Buttacupp
The Re-education of Asma Wan
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Sometimes
Sometimes when I have happy news to share I find myself staring at your phone number. Then I would just look at bottom right corner of my computer screen. For some reason your name is always there.
My fingers would tap the table.
I love just being able to call before.
Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner.
Ice-cream.
Parks.
Hangouts.
Travels.
Then yesterday I had an urge to call. Text.
I just wanted to tell you about my day
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