I secretly wish my phone would ring.
I secretly wish it would be you.
Calling to say you'd drop by to say good-bye for the summer and give me back my book.

Every time my cell beeps, wether it's a message, or a caller, I secretly pray that it's you, saying something to annoy me, like your usual self.
I secretly hope you'd do that, although I shut you out of my life.

I had to do that.

I'm perfectly lucid it won't happen over these last, left 2 days, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming it true.
I wish I'd stop.


I got my wish later, that day, fulfilled