No desserts

Supposedly today is free enough for us to meet. Supposedly we carry out our oh-so-juicy plan.

One thing lead to another, now the plan is off. Maybe, tomorrow. Perhaps some other day.

Maybe an ice-cream would cheer me up.

Supposedly I feel something...actually I do. Yet at the same time, it doesn't really sting.

Kind of like ant bite. Ouch but its alright, you know.

I guess the distance is no longer that foreign to me by now.