How To Move

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  Hi.

  Gabbi called me today. You guys went to the same place right? I had to look it up in the year book. I haven't talked to her since you left. She said that she didn't want things to be weird.

  You didn't tell me you guys were going out.

  I always feel like I'm telling you things but I'm not. I'm saying things out loud but the words aren't reaching your ears and it devastates me to realize I haven't made any progress with you. 

  I asked her how you were doing. She said great. She said you seemed happy.

  I wanted to cry on the phone.

  We were in love, but we weren't happy.

  I've found that love is all about timing. If we were to meet five or ten years in the future when our careers, lives, and even emotional state would be set, where we would be a little more mature . . .

  Would it last? 

  I'm not looking for answers anymore, not from you. I have them hidden somewhere. I just hope I can find them. I am very good at hiding. I am bad at finding.

  I've buried parts of myself so deep within me, I don't know if I can drag them out again. My sister and even you are slowly closing the door in front of me, not allowing me to pull you out when the time comes for me to be able to move my hand.

  Will it ever come?

  I hope so.

  I like someone too.