INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

I feel like, these girls are A.M. and I'm F.M. We not on the same frequency baby what's that you playing? Tell me what is your station, tell me girl what you saying? I'd fly a spaceship and orbit the moon to find your wavelength. I mean is it hip hop, r&b, or Jazz? Cause I would dance country to pony up on your ass.  I mean damn, cause all I get is static? WZUP with your heart, girl can I have it?  I will preset your vibe to my ride so that when you start me up, I know you come on automatic.  About 102 Jams I would like to play for you, 93.5 times that I would go back in the day with you, Or is it more that I should K-ROQ with you? Stairway to heaven is to get all on top of you. Come and spend the night we can hear the quiet storm, Sitting by the fire with the music to keep us warm. I been calling all day to get through to your line, Trying to win these tickets to your love, make you mine. Jodeci on my mind, All I can think of is you freaking me. ...

He sat nervously on the bench outside of baggage claim at the crowded airport watching people reunite with loved ones and friends. He wondered what his pending encounter would bring forth for him. A thousand questions were running through his mind to the like of, "what if she doesn't like the real me"? The real me. Until this point their entire relationship had been lived on the digital landscape of social media and video chats. How could he make her smile without the help of a well timed emoji? How could he make her laugh without the assistance of a sarcastic meme? He realized his entire personality was dependent upon the machines. Like Neo, lost in the matrix of computer love, he would simply have to believe he was the one. "What does it mean to like someone", he thought? "I like her pictures. I heart her selfies. I comment to her very existence, praising the sparkle in her eyes, the pucker of her lips, and the curls of her hair. What will she see when...