It shouldn't have ended that way. Like nothing had happened. Although, I guess, in reality, nothing really did happen. It doesn't make it any easier. In fact, that was the problem. I never saw it until it was too late. That's me all over; oblivious to the obvious.
Not even one kiss; not a proper one a least. Must be losing my touch, you say? Not a party girl any more, Lenny. I'm all serious now.
Seriously in love with you, that is.
You, with your dark eyes catching mine, leaving your handprint on my heart. Thanks for that. Really appreciate it. Now I can't move on. Thanks, Lenny. Thanks a lot.
Only the other end of the phone, you said. I wasn't dreaming. You said it, I know you did.
Why haven't you called, Lenny? Why haven't you called?
Thinking about you like this; it's not me. It's not what I do. So why can't I stop?
What have you done to me?
Why can't I do it; make the first move. Is that what you want? You know me, Lenny; I'm no good with words. They come out in the wrong order, they don't make sense. Not when I really need them to.
I don't make sense.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
Maybe it wasn't obvious. Maybe it faded away. Maybe it never existed at all.
Am I nothing? Or was I just nothing to you.