I can’t sleep. It’s either the snoring roommate or the thoughts of you racing through my head.
Where the hell do I put you? Do I ignore your calls and shut you out, or do I give into your promises that I’m still not sure are real? Am I stupid for believing every beautiful word that comes from your mouth, or smart because I know you better than that? With sweet promises of mending and resolution come a bitter cold of the distance that now separates you and I. There are times when I look into your eyes and do not recognize the person looking back at me, like a complete stranger – almost. And then, there are times when your embrace feels like it did the day we slow danced in the kitchen. You feel like home to me.
I want answers, I want truth, I want pure unbridled honesty …. and I don’t feel like I’m ever going to get any of that – it’s the hesitation in your voice that tells me all I need to know. It’s not that I don’t trust you, I feel like you are holding back what’s really going on behind those serious eyes of yours. If it’s nothing – then it’s nothing … but if it’s something … say what you need to say, I’m always all ears.
I’m going on a trip for a while. Far away. If you truely want me, you’ll come find me … you know where I’ll be.
Until that day,