It kills me that you hate me. I know we tried once before, though it never got beyond a text here or a look in my direction there. Not one word was spoken aloud, and
you made me feel like you were ashamed to let people know that we knew each other, let alone talked. Things beyond either of our control stopped what could have been before it had a chance to
become. I see you everyday, and yet I seem invisible to you. That hurts.
If I could go back and change everything to what it should have been, me and you would be together today. But time is strong. It cannot be changed or broken, no matter
how hard anyone tries. The aftershocks of the earthquake caused by someone else’s troubles was enough to break the weak ties we had. I try to talk to you now, and it seems like I am just wasting my
I have known you for a very long time. This fact is mutual. We grew up in the same small community and were influenced by the same people. But even with all this,
there is still no common thread we share to pull us together. No guiding light leading us to each other. Just a broken bridge that neither of us can cross.
I want to fix that bridge so bad. But from where we stand on either side, there is no hope of that. I could move from my spot to one that is easier for you to get to,
and then we could be together. But, I cannot change myself in big enough ways to do that. My strengths and weaknesses bound me to where I stand. And although I’m sure you could change, too, to
bring us together, I don’t want that either. It seems like we always want what we can’t have and, Baby, I want you.
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