I Want my Time with You

Emerging from the deep dark tunnel arriving into the light of London’s St Pancras on a wet wintery evening I saw your text message. How brilliantly clever of you not your ordinary SMS but glowing handwriting in gigantic bright pink LED letters lighting up the cold dark night like a huge hug. Such a warm greeting as welcoming as a tray of hot currant buns straight from the oven warming you up on a cold winter day. For so long the world at war and since then sometimes warm relations sometimes indifference sometimes cold war. How wise you are to welcome me so warmly especially at a time like this. Just as much as you want your time with me I want my time with you. Let’s banish the cold and share our warmth forever.