I have screamed, I have yelled, I have cried. No matter what I have done or what I have said you seem to not care. You wait for me at every corner, with arms open wide waiting for me to run into them.
I lie and you show me truth. I grow inpatient and you wait for me giving me only more opportunities to prove my patience. I scream to you in anxiousness, you soothe me with your presence. It all somehow seems to make sense to me.
I am standing here looking at you, and you oblivious to the world around you. Somehow when you look at me, you see right past my many coats and somehow you see my many faults and misses, my tears, my screams, and my every laughing sound. I don’t know how you do it, but you understand me without fully understanding. You listen without having to listen. You grasp every word I say and examine it and mold it into the words and thoughts I am too afraid to say straight out. You over think things just like I do. We play with words to give it each a meaning, and somehow we understand each other. Although it truly has not been long, I am able to trust you. Normally I pull myself away from such a feeling, but here I simply cannot. I know it is not what I would like it to be, but still there is something there that I know will change both of us.I don’t where I am going with all this, or where it is I started so I suppose this could be the end.
Do you ever slightly miss me? Is it possible that at times you regret the moment you said goodbye. Do you ever think back to those times we had together? Just a thought. Now that I am over it all, it seems so stupid. Every last bit of it.