Okay so I'm not being funny but when we saw each other for the first time after six months, a few weeks ago, you looked at me the way I looked back at you, confused, dazed; quite scared of the future and the unknown. We have both grown so much in different ways and we had both changed.
That night after I had seen you I felt broken. It was strange. I felt like my world revolved around you again. It was like I'd been hit in the stomach hard. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think straight. I cried a lot because I didn't know what to do I was shocked and I was scared, I didn't think you would be back.
After that day you didn't come back. I didn't see you again and for weeks I cried. I was hurt, more hurt than before. It's strange though because I think you were hurt too, you made excuses to everybody and made them think you had other priorities. I don't think you had other priorities I think you are sad like I was. I think you were confused like I was. I think I still know you the way I did and I think you're scared that we are still meant to be, even though we aren't around each other and, even know the world spins opposingly for us now.
I think you felt the way I did. I think that's why I haven't seen you again. For the benefit of both of us you've decided to go again.
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Things to Say Out Loud...
No FicciónA montage of rants, pleads and made up stories in my head that I wish I had the courage to say out loud.
