May 21, 2012

You're still here and already I miss you.  Selfishly, I just want you to call me, ask me to come over, to just sit... simply be.  I want you to be selfish and ask for my hugs but for reasons I can't understand you don't want to.  You'd prefer to cut me out - I believe I'll hear from you again, you've promised me that with a twinkle in your eye but still I wonder if you'll ever truly let me into your world.  I've opened up, shared my words with you, nothing to regret in all this.  If I am truly not what you want I'll accept that.  But still you promise me the future in the brief and abstract way that you can and you offer me words of your own, of reassurance that though unneeded are a treasure to my ears.  I just want another moment, another hug, a passionate kiss.  A few more precious minutes before you go leave again but I can't tell you this.  I can't ask anymore.  We both know now that it's completely up to you.  Everything is up to you.