I dont know you. I've never met you, but I think that you might exist. Within your existance I think that you might like me. You might have walked past me a dozen times. I am sure you were there. somplace, in there, lost within every kiss I've ever wished. All those cheap and tawdry nights. Late night conversations, seductions of sushi and expensive bottles of wine. Never lingering and hardly ever lasting. Someday I might find you here amongst these simple words of a someday history.. Is it that good girls dont? Or that I just do? my lipstick is smeared with last nights kisses, kisses I will never feel again. For that matter I am not exactly sure I want to... and so I shall sit. Sit here in this busy terminal, aimless and losing the battle for yet another cup of coffee. Oh hey - If you havent noticed, the seat next to me is empty..
