It's a Saturday, there is a supper outing tonight, almost every movable muscle of mine is down with aches, my system is in dire need of nicotine but my throat needs otherwise, I'm blankly rooted at my desk pondering on the next sentence I'd write. I thought of your face. Just a smile did the trick and in all honesty, I'm puzzled.

You're tearing my fears apart, and I fear that the most.