Trouble

It starts with an email. Every couple of months. Job forwards and such. Then it becomes an email every couple of weeks. Then every couple of days. Then SMSs. Then you're doing cake [there is a thing like white chocolate cake]. And talking about going to the movies. Then she calls. I could be in so much trouble. Could get myself into so much trouble. [it's times like these that I'm relieved no one reads this place, and no one is likely to find it]