Mixed Signals... Lets fix this
Me: Picking up the phone every time, but hearing only the sweet *beeeeeeep* of love.
I hear you there. I know you're there, because I can hear you making silly little sounds when I pick up. Frankly, I'm intrigued. Call me crazy, but when you beep like that, I can just picture the future. Our future, together. Walking together on the beach, receiver-in-hand, not a care in the world. We go together to the store and make facsimiles of the products we like, but don't buy them. We could even scan documents onto a networked computer, if you're comfortable with that. We don't have to take things too quickly. That's not my style.
There are two ways we could do this: either call again and maybe say some words this time. Or, if that's too forward, call the fax line instead, and send that sweet, sweet information you've been meaning to send. Don't be shy, I'm waiting, wanting and willing to read whatever comes out of the adjustable paper slot. Please, send a sign to my 8.5"x11" heart before it rips <3
- Location: on the phone
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