Eve Nicol

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? wink 

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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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