julies trying to write short stories again...

this is a short story i have started let me know what you think...

Somedays when i am feeling alone and unthought of I think about you.
I imagine you surprising me with a phone call, it takes a few words before I remember your verbal patterens and fluxes.
You ask me were I am I tell you Im house sitting for a friend, leigha, i can feel a chuckle on the tip of your tongue.
I ask you where you are you say
your house.

I laugh saying
i need to brush my teeth, can you come here and bring my toothbrush.

you laugh , it feels so good to hear your laughter i relaxe, let all the weight lift from my shoulders and give you simple directions.
ill see you soon
im excited
cheers
cheers

the rest I save for reality, for when this dream becomes my now.

Some people fantasize about wining the lottery othere about plastic surgury.
Would I enlarge my calfs first or get my jaw chizled i guess ill save the $10000 then decide, maybe i should buy a lotto ticket

I myself perfer the long fantacies of perfect random incounters.
Eyes glance, moments of recolletion taking heart beats to analize. Smiles creep from the corners of our mouths as our eyes say hello.
Weère both here alone after a long run of events that we can finally laught about, comments like
so, she finally left you broken hearted for the last time and Im sorry it took you so long to reolize you were being used.

Ya thats okay at least I know what if feeels like now, to be completly decived by a lover. You live you learn you grow.You end up aloneall the same.After years of reserch void of hypothosise. I have finally reached a conclusion.It is better to cry alone in the dark then lay beside someone you feel 1000 miles away from crying without sound, in fear of waking them and haveing to explain , this gap thats growen.

It is at this point I usually reolize that this is not the story thats going to gt me laid. I bite my lip, take a drag and glup my drink. Ill await your responce untill...
you reply-is it love that leaves us bitter or is it our inability to act as whole people in the face of love, something so pure that our humaness darkens it with a simple yearning.

I batt my lashes and fluff my hair
Whole person. I thought I had standards.How many whole people do you really think incarnate here.Im looking for someone to grow whole with, to understand the constant flux of two becomes one, one becomes two, the daily dance of the gods manifested here, highlighting the simple joys of just breathing insync with anothere person.

You enjoy me. You always have. We ve been having this conversation for years, dancing between strret corners and provincial lines. Tonight I dont exspect this to end or resolve its self. I d settle for no langage, just flesh and soft whispers. But between us this seems like a life time in the makeing..

the end so far.
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I don;t know if this is a story or what it is besides that constant dialoge of my fantasies. im still on the french computer thats why there is no puncuation.which is funny cause the boy is the story spends some of his free time creating new puncuation.And our encounters are yearly at this point. Even when we live in the same city.
lots of time on my hands and you.
oh i think i did the impossible....
find a place in vancouver for less then $300 a month. cross your fingers for me, I need the excersise of the commute and the money saving . cheers and love julie