How you do tease.
Needing me so desperately at times, and at others, holding a complete indifference to my existence. Every time I question whether you really love me, whether I’m the right girl for you, and I’m ready to walk out that door and say, “This just isn’t meant to be!” You pull me back in with some urgent matter and confirm my worth. You wrap your business casual clad arms around me and entangle me with deadlines, requests and frantically needed edits.
I can’t leave you, you won’t leave me. We exist in this parasitic relationship by choice. But who is the host and who is the parasite?
Depends on the week.
And this week it looks like this little tape worm will be sitting at her desk in need of inspiration/direction.
And so I stew silently, listening to Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell” on repeat and reliving a Travoltaesque disco wonderland of lights and lame in my mind until you beckon yet again.
Tis a torrid affair.
But I have hope, and I have faith, that all will be sorted in the end.
Until then, I just have one thing to say, should you need me, in any shape or form,I hope you all know, you can riiiiiiiiiiing my beeeeeeeeeeeelllllll, ring my bell. Ding dong ding.