The air around me is pregnant with anticipation. At every few minutes passing, I'm peeking at the screen of my mobile, hoping there would be a message waiting to be read. It's a no brainer to do that, since today I had decided to be heard. Yet, I cannot help myself. I remembered feeling a wave of disappointed sweeping over me when a text message which I received earlier today was for some promotion from the provider, even though I had suspected it to be.
What kind of message am I expecting? Just a note from a friend, who coming home today, touching down sometime later, if not yet already. A friend, whose return I am deeply anticipating and waiting for.
It would be great if he could hear me now, from where ever he if he is already on land and text me. I'm too shy to text. It's traceable, anyhow. I'm a gonner, this time. You have me, hooked, but you don't know.
What kind of message am I expecting? Just a note from a friend, who coming home today, touching down sometime later, if not yet already. A friend, whose return I am deeply anticipating and waiting for.
It would be great if he could hear me now, from where ever he if he is already on land and text me. I'm too shy to text. It's traceable, anyhow. I'm a gonner, this time. You have me, hooked, but you don't know.
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