The itch to tap the blue icon gets stronger by the minute.
its the only way to know what she is thinking.
Her tweets have been laced with cryptic messages – so darn confusing.
Is it me she speaks of? Or another?
Was it vanity making my fingers twitchy?
Or the urge to connect without connecting?
I am addicted.
I tell myself that I will stop.
Just one more look.
One little peek at what she says.
” Have I ever asked for much? The only thing that I want is your love”
Is that for me? I wonder.
30 minutes have gone by,
I keep scrolling, trying to get as much as i can of her.
That beautiful mind.
I am enthralled by it all.
22,000 tweets and counting.
A blue screen.
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