Memories
I was thinking about you this morning. I often do, but today was different. I don’t know how to talk to you without being angry, it’s not that I’m angry with you, but with circumstances; the circumstances that we control and also those that we do not. I always just assume you know how important you are to me because for some reason it doesn’t seem appropriate. I see all of this… and I don’t always remember why. I remembering holding you night after night, and wanted to be back there.
I don’t know if I will ever understand how I feel, the uncertainty proves a difficult barrier when I want to open up. I know the life we dream about is out there waiting for us… and every unorganized conspiracy against us is only proof of how important it is to get there, for the first time or again… and every part of me knows we’ll succeed.