Plug plug.

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Wednesday, 5pm. Listen.

Stay, my Valentine.

I didn't write any sonnets yesterday, nor was I serenaded by moonlight from my (imaginary) balcony. Mostly because I was at work all day...

I do like this though, written by a very lovely friend of mine. If you'd care to take a gander.

"Dear Love,

They try to celebrate your existence by cramming it into one day. Clearly, they do not know your worth. I would struggle to fit you into an eternity, without you bursting at the seams, and spilling over into days that have yet to be.

This world needs you now more than ever.

Until we meet again,

Love,

JJ"

See, now that's what they should write in cards.

Love.

प्रेम

Another reason not to facebook...

Is that I always forget to "go offline" when I don't really want to talk. Then I'm likely to offend when someone says "Hi." and it switches to... "Sarah is offline."
This popped into my head, if it reads like it took 5minutes, that's because it did soooo, not pretending it's Poe or anything.

Sometimes you're online,
Even when you don't have the time,
Or the inclination,
To hold a conversation.
That's fine.
I just wanted to tell you.
I miss your voice too,
But if online is the best we're going to do,
I'll settle,
Hang out with the kettle,
Drink tea,
And wait for the moment of elation,
One notification,
"I'll call you later, please answer."