But I knew better, I should have seen this coming. You dipped your toe in, gave a sparkle of hope and then ran away. Every time this happens, it feels like my heart is ripping into a million pieces all over again. It hurts. I guess I needed to feel something again, though. I've been sort of numb, other than the feeling of heartache that I've felt for the last two weeks.
I broke down Saturday morning after you sent that stuff to me, and I wasn't able to recover. I had a weekend of things to keep me distracted from you, instead, I stayed home and cried all weekend. You have this overwhelming power over me. Friday night I was starting to feel better, Saturday afternoon I was a moping mess all over again. I just wish you would come home. Let me cook for you, love you, take care of you.
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