I'm just phoning to say I like the new teapot I saw you buying at the supermarket.
I'm also wondering how you're doing, how's your family? And do you miss my company?
And whilst you're here I just thought I'd tell you I was never anything I'm not, so if there was ever anything you felt in the slightest, maybe you could pop in and see me. You know, I really haven't changed. And if you want a cup of tea, it will all seem rather familiar because I bought that same teapot just so we'd have something else in common. The thought of caffeine makes my hair stand up on end because I haven't had all that much energy since you've been gone and everything seems kind of wrong. Somehow I always seem to be driving behind you in my car and in a literal sense you're never very far away. But your smile isn't something I've seen in a while and I sort of miss the buzz.
Don't make any fuss, but I booked us a table tonight at our favourite restaurant. The one where you felt lucky because the waiters there, they always eyed me up and the steak was cooked just the way you like it. If I'm feeling optimistic I'll wear that green dress that you liked so much and something about this evening is about much more than just your lust.
But I suppose what it all boils down to is, is it me or your reputation you can afford to give up?
