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beacause at this very second your reading this off the screen and you still dont know much about me.exchange numbers,but dont text me,lets have a conversation with those awkward pauses because eventually we’ll get through that.would you pick up your phone dial that number and bluntly talk? would i?i want to here someone breathe on the other line,i want to hear a smile in a voice. beacuse through text you dont feel emotion.beacuse through text you can just not reply and life goes on. but with those awkward silence,if you listen you’d hear the other person trying to think, to come up with something. to impress you. in the moment of that awkwardness the word fuck comes to your head repeatedly while your racing with thoughts for words to speak. and then in the end we make up an excuse of a mother wanting to use the phone. then we hangup smile and walk away.
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Dear Stranger,

I look at you on the bus. We know nothing about eachother. I come up with names that fit you. what your past history is like. and where you are going to go from here. I think of conversations we never had. And what happens if we do know eachother. If you prefer coffee or tea. I try to read your mind, because im bored. sometimes i wonder if your a secret agent, a hidden identity. who are you?, and i just keep wondering. [stop requested] and your off the bus...