Sunday, October 12, 2014

Our place

A character I don't even know yet, one I've not even begun to create, started yammering away in my head tonight. Here is what she was thinking, typing, or writing to someone:

I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. Maybe it’s because I’m close to our place this weekend. Maybe it’s because I still hate you. Hopefully it doesn’t mean I’m bored with my boyfriend who’s sitting here, telling me about his favorite book as a kid like he has no idea what or who I’m thinking about. Hopefully it doesn’t mean that I’m not over you.

No comments:

Post a Comment