It isn’t that I don’t think of you anymore. It’s that when I think of you I don’t think of me.
Only a small part of me finds it amusing that a shadow would speak to me of being left in the dark. Most of me is not yet that big a person and that is why we‘ll only ever dance across the surface of my tiny big person in passing conversation for now and maybe forever. Don’t tell me it’s not fair lest justice actually find you.
It isn’t that I don’t love you anymore. It’s that I have to stop loving you to love me.
January 20, 2010
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