Only in a different way...
Each day that goes by...every hour that passes....and in the seconds that make up those hours, I think of them.
When I made up my mind not to go back, to leave everything I know to enter my own unknown, and when I had to tell her, I got that feeling.
When she calls me and I hear that hurt. Her voice tells me that she loves me, though I hear in between those words something else. Something more.
Sometimes his name comes up in conversation. Or I see his picture. Or even worse, I see her...
There are times when I lay thinking about where I should go. What I should do. When I should start doing whatever it is that I should do. I get that feeling...
They want every second of my time. They are always there, watching, listening, waiting. And there are times when I can't take it.
There are times when I make it rain, only in a different way....
:'(
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