Inspired by one word: Addicted

You haunt me in my dreams
Everywhere it’s you I see
Trying not to think so much about you
Can't you ever just let me be?
I want to stop this maddening slow dance
The twisted, one-sided romance
My back is turned on you
Now please stop calling to me
In that gentle easy way you always do

Lover that’s not meant for me
You’re the one I’ve been looking for
You’re the one I adore
Lover that keeps tormenting me
Don’t you see I’m the one for you

The fantasy fell apart at the seams
Everything beautiful I imagined
My lifetime of happiness with you
Failed, it never would have happened
If you would have given us the chance
Given me more than just a passing glance
All those things I loved about you
You turned out not to be
And still my heart won’t believe it’s true

Lover that’s not meant for me
You’re the one I’ve been looking for
You’re the one I adore
Lover that keeps tormenting me
Don’t you see I’m the one for you

Lover that’s not meant for me
You’re the one I’ve been looking for
You’re the one I adore
Lover that keeps tormenting me
Don’t you see I’m the one for you

~~Phillipa Kerr 2008

Phonecall of Apology [RP for fey_fire]

Pippa logs off the computer with a resigned sigh and turns to stare down her phone. She will call him and apologize. She owes Rory at least that much. Right. Well, calling involves picking up the phone and dialing. Groaning, she rubs her brow with one hand and reaches for the receiver with the other.

At least she doesn't have to think about the digits involved, she only has to hit redial and let the phone reconnect her to the musician. Pippa says a little prayer that Rory isn't still asleep, waking him from slumber twice really wouldn't be a good sign.

It's ringing, she's waiting with a looming trepidation.

Please pick up, Ro. I can't handle a voice mail right now.