all smiles

Why ever did you smile at me so much tonight? Couldn't you tell that I was working. You were terribly distracting. Terrible. And now you seem to have planted yourself in my mind. Aweful distraction. Racy. Almost.

But what to do? I think I shall... if I may... tease you some. So, beware.

longing

Yes, so we want what we cannot have. I can say that and feel good about knowing why some aspects of this world appeal to me so very much. But it seems like a cheat. How does knowing you cannot have something effect any change in the subconscious desire which it instills?

Very odd, this world thing. No, I don't know you. And not knowing you means that I cannot understand you. This makes objectifying you too easy. I resist. You're a person with a story. I want to know your story. I want to get to know you.