Sunday, March 27, 2011


It startled me. I was editing at work when you buzzed. What was that? Every time you do that, popping out of nowhere with your casual hi-s, I get panicky. Frustrated. I don't know what to do. And you know what I always end up doing?

I cry.

Because it hurts.

Can't you understand that? I want you in my life, but not this way. The way you want it.

I want to get well, heal, move on. But you won't let me.

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