Monday, April 23, 2012

Growing up means feeling alone.

There was a time when we huddled under a table together, frightened and clinging to eachother for support in a terrifying moment.

It's been 13 years since I even touched you.  It's been about 17 years since I felt close to you.  Why did that happen?  Is it that you didn't love me the way I loved you?  Or is it that you do love me still, but there's some kind of fear holding you back?  A fear of rejection, or a fear of other people's disapproval.  I definitely fear rejection.  But I put out little signs.  I implore you to see them, so that we can be friends again like we once were.

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