It was a stretch of time in which we weren’t communicating much at all. Life and our real-life obligations being the priorities that they need to be. Yet, I missed the sound of his voice, the daily conversations whether irl or virtually. It’s as if he knows me because one day, there was a voicemail…
One that left me giggling and blushing in my office. It was that mischievous voice, asking me if I’d heard of an Australian kiss and would I like one? *sigh* if he only knew…
Which then made me recall the first time I heard this song, by none other than the famous local band, Heart, when I was in middle school. Whilst my classmates were all a twitter about their current crushes and how they were the one (because we all know at 13) I remember thinking there is no such thing. No such as thing as the one, let alone at 13 but a Magic Man? Ha!. It is a belief I held to my core for another thirty-four years. I was wrong.
is me is really me 