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Marathon Conversations (AKA Can’t Get Enough Of You)

“I’ve wanted to talk to you all day..”

“Well now’s your chance love..”

This is how conversations usually start with my latest and greatest date. Day and night we feel the need to talk and text about anything and everything, it starts with “big” things like past relationships and ends with random “little” things like our favourite childhood cartoons. So far we haven’t run out of things to talk about so we just keep going into the wee early hours of the morning. I don’t sleep much anyway so I don’t mind listening to her thoughts as they run off with her and me in tow.
At some point I always say, as if on cue,

“I should let you go..”

“But I can tell that you don’t want to…Cus this is the song that goes on and on my friend.”, She says.

Which sparks such a reaction in me that I say, “Did you just Lamb Chop me girl?”

Which causes both of us to laugh uncontrollably until she says,

“Wow! You actually got that (reference)?”

It’s moments like that, that keep things interesting. We connect on different levels, sometimes because of our similarities and at other times because of our very different views which bring their own education. It feels good to know that someone wants to not only get to know me, but at the same time let me in on what they’re about. I really appreciate the level of openness that we have during our chats. We’ve covered just about every aspect of life with a certain sense of intimacy and playfulness that inspires laughter and thought-provoking pauses in the both of us.

Towards the end of our conversations we check our phones and realize that we’ve been going at it for anywhere from 2 to 4 hours (and that’s not including the times when we’re texting each other on BBM aka Blackberry Messenger).

Earlier this week we watched a movie together, although she was in her bed and I was home in mine. We wanted to watch this film together side by side obviously, but I got her a copy of the movie and we played along on our DVD Players. The funny thing about this experience is that our movies were COMPLETELY in sync as we watched. There were no countdowns or prompting and yet I could hear line for line what was happening on my screen happening on her side without missing a single beat. We watched a movie that was not the kind of film that I’d show to anyone, but her excitement and anticipation for this experience made watching this movie again feel brand new.

Hopefully she won’t kill me for saying this, but we seem to have developed nicknames for each other and I started calling her “Tenderoni” a la Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney. Yes, I was listening to Kevin McHale’s (aka Artie from Glee) cover of P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) and a certain word caught my attention and made me think of her. I explained what her nickname meant last night and to my disbelief she didn’t know this early gem of a song, so I sang it to her at 1 something in the morning.

When was the last time you had a never-ending conversation (aka marathon conversation)?

What do you like about having long conversations?

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Is Limitless Getting A New Ending? Bleeding Cool Comic Book, Movies and TV News and Rumors

Is Limitless getting a new ending? Wouldn’t we have to know what the old ending was to get too worried about it anyway?

 

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Feel Something

Tell me what you want, just use your words.
Clever words and phrases lie buried beneath your silence, so let’s waste them on each other.
Show what’s hidden behind your defense.
Take what you want to take from the lines we make.
Take me with you.
Take me with you before I start to miss you.
Breaths apart with our beating hearts a sync is the only way I can live.

Take what you want of me, but don’t take me for a fool.
Sometimes I wish you would leave me.
Its so easy to give into the quitter in you and the bitter in me.
Shut your beautiful mouth around mine because I’m trying to think about what I say instead of saying what I think.
How did we get here?
Will you come with me to the future, there’s room for two?

There’s no question about it.
There was passion, there was laughter and then there was the morning after.
If you could care more would you dare to try?
You can find your way into me so easily, its like I was made for you.
Will you hide in me and stay for a while?
I hold you up above everyone else because I see what I want and its you.
There’s nothing left.

Its not always what we want, but how we want.
You say, be a man, look it up and think it over.
I’d take a beating for you, but not from you.
The only thing I’m guilty of, is building my dreams around you and yours and then wasting them on another.
My potential outweighs your expectations and it’s not healthy anymore.
I’m not sick of you yet, but the heart wears thin with time, I guess we weren’t impervious.
After all that’s said and done its our capacity for each other that has torn at the seams, with our hearts beating in delayed syncopation.
Is this the color of our love?

This is the love, the hurt, and the end of us as we knew it.
I don’t want to take that chance, so I cross my heart and hope to die.
When you love me I feel like someone else.
You’re still the best, more or less.
Don’t say another word, I don’t want to know otherwise.
It hurts to say it.
Here’s to a sorry you and a sorry me when the smoke clears.
There’s nothing left, roll the credits.