You Still Inspire Me…
Missed Connections in Raleigh / Durham / CH
…and I’d write it all to you.
You know, I’ve never been the same since you looked up from your book and at me.
A memory, that lately, I’m fond of replaying.
Whatever is it about you still captivates me so?
My blood flows thick with it…
It is, I know, unfair to express a desire that I am (for the time being) in no position to indulge….
and I wish that I could convey to you the difficult situation I am in but it just doesn’t seem appropriate.
So, know these words are envoys of what restraint can no longer bear….
and you seem very happy, which is all that I could hope for, much happier than you’d be in my present “shitstorm”.
Trust me. God knows I’d sooner lie to my own heart; I’d sooner lie to you, than interfere with your happiness.
I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you…
…and that I have been.
One Year Ago: Missed Connection Boston: Clean Sheets
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
The missed connections space has no shortage of messages written by and for “cheatin’ hearts.” Most I read are fairly explicit and not terribly original, romantic or creative. However, this message caught my attention as our poet appears to be on the edge – the eye has started to wander and someone is in their sight. Would anything good possibly come from this?