A Secret Redezvous

The world is a shade of gray.  3 days before there were reds, greens,
blues.  Today it is nothing but blue.

I was fine 3 days ago.  Life was good.  I was happy.  Why did you
contact me?  What was your motivation?  Honestly.  Was it because you
missed me?  Was it because you saw a picture of me?  It's not fair!
Fuck it!  Life's not fair.  It's about time you fuck up my life like
I've done yours so many times before.

I'm not going to call you.  I'm not going to txt you.  Not yet!  I
want to but I won't.  Not until I'm sure.  I won't ask the question
unless i'm willing to accept the answer.  I won't act unless I'm
willing to accept the outcome.  Don't confuse this with not caring, in fact it's the exact opposite.

In April I hoped for a secret rendezvous!  A secret getaway in a suite
in the city of sin.  But you didn't call and neither did I.  It would
have been wrong.

But now...now it would be ok.  Still inappropriate but not wrong.
Come with me, to a secret destination.  One of fear and uncertainty.
One of emotions and passion.  Fly with me, away, fly with me.  Let's see
where this trip takes us, this road.  This scary path.  Show me
light.  Show me color.  Change the blue!