For the amount of time you’ve spent telling her you wished you had your arms around her, you could have at least tried to remember the limbs you had to hug her with.
For the amount of time you’ve spent telling her how beautiful she is, you could have kissed her back at least once out of the three times her lips pressed against yours’.
I stopped the scene, called cut because this wasn’t the way it was written.
But sometimes life is disappointing and love is not what it should be.
I poured the phone back into my pocket, and smiled at her while you tried to figure out how to hold her hand.
“We can try again later,” I told her.