It's been a crazy bit of ups and downs. Two months of talking almost every day with Heath. Things were really really good. Like relationship talk good. He was in therapy and really delving into himself and who he wants to be as a person and where I fit in that. He really opened up and shared alot, but then, the day after, I texted him and said I really needed to talk- and he never called me. - And a week later, still hasn't called. There's a part of me that's so defeated, because I had finally let myself believe in those last couple of days that he'd really changed, and I didn't need to hold my heart back. I thought that love had finally won. That I had been proved right to believe in him. But, now, now I don't even know. I feel empty.
I wish. I wish.
I was so happy. I was on top of the world. I wrote poetry, which only happens when I'm really emotional. I didn't send it to him- because it's not great, but- it's something.
The stars that hear the words we share
have always known the truth
That long ago before all time
I was yours and you were mine
Today they twinkle with joy divine
To see our love again combined
I love you and you love me
For all of time for all to see
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