“ And I know I need to invite him over for dinner, because there's no question. This is serious. ”
If you could read my mind, you wouldn't be smiling.
~ Tamara Ireland Stone
It's always harder to be the one who's left behind than the one who leaves.
After you leftI stared at the drivewayFeeling its emptinessWondering if you’d return.After you leftI thought about your questionsWishing I hadn’t been so bluntWondering if I scared you away.After you leftI remembered how you felt in my arms.How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar.Wondering if I should have kissed you when I had the chance.After you leftI sat in my roomRemembering all the things you said, andWondering about all the things you didn’t.After you leftI sat in silence.Missing you in a way I didn’t quite understand.Wondering if you’d ever come back.
It's me, asking him to let me in. Asking all of them to give a chance to show them that, deep down, I'm not who they think I am. Or, maybe I'm exactly who they think I am, but I no longer want to be.