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Oct 2010
I long for your phone call like a silly young teenager on her first date...
I hardly hear the words you speak...only the sound of your voice..the movements of your lips...the gestures of your hands..
I remember strong hands..but soft..I remember their touch..the slowness and lightness of your finger tips dancing and kissing my body like fairy wings...
We talk of days events and I try not to let my mind wander to the "What if's...the "Why not's" of our relationship...our friendship..
I've been in this place so many times with you over the years...
Laughing, crying, sharing life's experiences..telling funny stories..wondering why your aren't here..why we aren't sharing these things in person...
Is it easier, safer..to keep the distance between us?
"What if" we allowed the experience to unfold..
"What if" we allowed ourselves to become vulnerable to the feelings we know we share for one another...
"What if" the only phone call I longed for was..."Hey girl..I'll be a little late..I love you!"...
"What if" .....
Written by
Shirlee Shelley
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