Polite exchanges.

Holding my favourite winter melon tea and drinking it with much intensity. Suddenly I can't shake off the goosebumps. Of how you sent this all the way from home, of how you seem to have stopped trying. And how you now seem so distant. Our topics have gone from everything and gradually dwindled down to almost nothing. Polite exchanges, mostly talk about dates dates and dates, when will you be back, when will I be back. And now im so afraid that when we meet we would have to realise that we've lost all that chemistry. I don't want that, really.