No room, no door

I came too early.

When he was with unprepared words and jumbled thoughts. But I got the gist of it. Oh, he loved me alright.




I came too late.

With prepared words and neat sentences arranged in a row. Like perky school ribbons. So I tell him casually on how I considered it all. In entirety and random. I pause to see the effect my words have, they were of course meant to impress.

I am not thrilled with his expressions. Maybe I should reconsider...I'm almost gathering said words...

That's when she walks in. And his hand that goes clumsily around her as if in response to her questioning glance.

Well, his taste was quite bad. Women should spend on pedicure I say!