Monday morning, under 500MB

You'll run. You'll run like the wind from one conversation, which doesn't compromise you to anything.

You'll just sit down till I'm gone. Will you then go on to say that  the absence is hard to bear, how we men are incapable of this, that and the other? It seems possible from where I'm sitting.

It seems plausible.

And, you know what? I'm not bothered about "winning" a tug of war in the social media. (Addition: After hundreds of entries, I make a grammatical error in this paragraph, which I have corrected. I'd rather die than hurt you).

I'd rather "loose" and see you.

I remain tied to my post, waiting for you.

If it was you who did approach me in the last few days, you can still retract a word and say "hi" as yourself.

Of course I understand.

But I fear you won't do that.