I too want cliché. I want to wake up in the morning and check my phone for sweet messages. I want to smile and find a cute reply. I want to call before she reads the reply and wish her a good morning. I want to hear her smile on the other end. I want her to hear her phone buzz as my reply comes in. I want to make fun of her – play mad as to who is texting her that early. I want to smile on the inside as she tries to wiggle out of it. I want her to get angry then overwhelmed with ecstasy once she realizes I sent the message. I want to read her reply but anticipate what it might be. I want it to be predictable. I just want cliché.
I want to start my day with her on my mind. I want to tell her that I have her on my mind. I want to tell her when I enter the shower. I want to tell her when I leave the shower. I want her to innocently ask if she can join. I want to giggle at the naughtiness of the idea. I want to tell her that she is more than welcome. I want her to tell me that she is also about to go to the shower. I want to tell her that now I want to join her. I want her to say that I am already too clean. We will both waste time going back and forth. I want her to remember that she had a shower to go to. I want to tell her that I’ll miss her. I want her to say it’s only a shower. I want to reply and say that she takes forever. I just want cliché.
I want to ask her how her day is going. I want her to complain and tell me her boss is boring. I want to console her and say I’m going through the same thing. I want to say I can’t wait to see her in the evening. I want to feel her beaming. I want to think about her all day even in my meetings.
I want to be excited on days such as these. I want us to be boring and have wine and cheese. Go to Uhuru park boat ride and enjoy the breeze. I want to hold her hand and talk about nothing. Giggle when we see other couples giggle. Walk back into the CBD. Hug as you get a bus home. Listen to you say that you will miss me.
I want to get bored. I want to ignore her calls. I want to text her and say “it’s not you it’s me”. I want to go for days on end in silence. I want her to ask what’s wrong. I want to say I got bored. I want her to leave. I want her to say I broke her heart. I want to say it wasn’t bound to last. I want her to go away. Then I want to chase her. Say I never meant it. I want her to give me a hard time. I want her to remind me of how she cried. I want to hug her and say I love her. I want her to push me away. I want her to say it’s not the same. I want to watch as we drift away. I want to watch as we both lose the game. I want to watch as my cliché comes to an end.
I just want a cliché.