Eve Nicol
Letter to the Lyceum
Eve Nicol
1 May 2020
Heyyy babe
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You up?
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Wyd?
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I can’t stop thinking about you
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Are you thinking about me? 
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Look, just cuz I haven’t been in touch for a while doesn’t mean I don’t care
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Sake
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Sorry. You know what I’m like. I get angry at the stupidest things. So many stupid things right now.
Which is why I was thinking about u
Comforting.
How you look
How you sound
How you smell
Yeah babe
I dig it
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Mostly i was thinkin
About being inside you
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D’you like that?
when its just the two of us, everyone else has gone out to lunch and and we just sit. Quiet like. I maybe do some work. You sit all pretty.
Or
Remember the times when I’d go to the sweet nooks and crannies that haven’t been touched in years? I tell them I’m “checking sightlines” but really I’m trying and learn your secrets.
We’ll do that soon again, I promise.
Me and you babe
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But you like it when people watch, don’t you.
I gotta admit
I kinda like it when people watch too
I watch them watching you
All dressed up, dreamy eyed, slightly drunk.
Drunk on you
Babe
I watch them enjoying you, seeing you all laid out and lit up in front of them. gives me a thrill to see them appreciate you as much as I do.
I like it when they’re naughty and take photos of you
Can’t blame them. I do it too.
I even enjoy the feeling I get watching them watching you
The jealousy
Honest
Gets me excited and scared
having to share OUR thing that we’ve had behind closed doors for weeks or even months, now open to anyone. Like you might forget about me now that you’re theirs. Proper jealous. Even that gets my heart going
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Fuck
Babe
We are gunna do that again, right?
This can’t be it babe.
That we just split
no great fanfare
no warm white wine in crowded rooms
no celebration of the good times
and the not so good
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Babe
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You shouldn’t listen to them who say it will never work between a thirty year old woman and a hundred and thirty seven year old A listed building
But babe
Did you see that great article about the woman who’s happily married the Eiffel Tower?
Aarg ahahahaha
Wait
I’m not saying
Hhahahahaha
Nooooo, not that we should get married
Olololololololololol
Can you imagine! aaaaa
You know that’s not what we do
That’s not what this is.
You do know I see others, right?
But you’re my number-one girl. A listed? Bah. Babe you’re A+ to me.
We have fun, right?
Oh my god so much fun
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Urg you won’t believe what I did last night…
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I googled you.
I know I know
I just needed to check that you are as stunning as I remember.
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And then I googled some other stuff
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and I’m sorry babe, one thing lead to another and I was watching stuff online and it was nothing
nothing
(I mean, some of it was pretty good. Made me even think again about James Corden)
But really baaabe
Baaaabe
Nothing compared to you and that mad heat and hush that comes down when we’re together
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Look babe, if you stay silent…
there will be people who don’t come back
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Just saying…
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I don’t wanna be one of them
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maybe it’ll be different.
When we’re together again.
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Maybe it’ll be noisier, busier
might look, sound and smell different
Maybe more people will want to watch
dressier, drunker, dreamier
Drinking warm white wine with you.
Babe
Maybe it’ll be even better than before
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You there babe?
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