Emily

The strange silence was unsettling for me. Usually we are NEVER this quiet, especially when there are situations involving a member from each of the opposite sex. But alas things returned to normal when Krissy suddenly picked him up with sudden scary strength and throw him across the room. This time there was silence once again but it was a shocked one. Then the chaos of sudden outbursts begins at exactly 0.6 seconds after the audible thud.
"Wow ... do that again!"
"Anger management much?"
"What was that for?"
"So unbecoming of a woman."
"Was that really necessary?"
"OMG"
"..."
etc.
Krissy's response?
"Meh"

After eating a breakfast consisting of eggs, sausages, bacon, bagels and milk I snuck out of the kitchen and went to search for a place to read ... Merchant of Venice.

After some aimless wandering around the house, I managed to find a comfortable enough place, semi secluded area with a single large reading chair cleverly placed next to an extremely large window which gave a brilliant view of the morning sun.I began reading, but knowing me and knowing that I can't concentrate on Shakespeare and interpret it early in the morning, my mind began to drift.

The imagination is the ultimate form of transportation, you can cross endless bodies of water within seconds and be exactly where you want to be. I picture the one I want to picture. The one that I want to stay by. Reminiscing the little stupid things that we have done. The harmony of our voices melding together as we sing quietly to each other.
"I wanna sing for you my friend."
But are my feelings for you just friendly? Is growing jealous of the person who is not me dancing with you classified as friendly? If it is not friendly then what is this feeling?
"I wanna sing for you with all my heart."
I remember growing embarrassed every time you lock eyes with me when we sing.
"I wanna sing for you my dream."
I want to be with you right here right now, but it can never happen. You are in another continent while I am here. I can only dream of being with you.
"I wanna sing for you my ..."
Is that my fate?