you seem distracted, my love
do i really
you keep staring into the middle distance
oh
is that not you?
i’m always mixing up you with the middle distance
you look so much like the middle distance
darling, leave the piano alone for a minute and kiss me
I really wish I could
but these scales won’t play themselves
look, I’ll put down my violin and you can –
you can do what you like to my face but leave my hands alone
you and I are the only hot people here
kiss me, everyone’s watching
this is more bearable than I ever dreamed it could be
why
I could put up with this for hours
my hair is still taller and more fabulous than his
i must keep things in perspective, and focus on what truly matters
actually i find the sharp pains from this stress position a welcome mental distraction
darling, to climb this gate would be the work of a minute
I could be by your side in seconds
no, it’s a – the gate is cursed
cursed?
if you climb it, I’ll disappear
sort of like a Brigadoon thing
turn and kiss me, my love
sorry I have that thing where I can’t tell my right from my left
just turn towards my voice
ahh sorry
I have that thing where I can’t tell the difference between a person and his reflection
so if I drown myself
it’s just because I love you so much I was trying to kiss you faster
don’t take it personal
stay a minute, love
I cannot kiss your hand only
ahh sorry
these stairs only go up
that isn’t so
see, I’m going in the other d–
no you’re on the down part of the staircase
I’m on the up part
common mistake
sorry
nothing I can do
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Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.