I cannot deny that
every time your arms
wrap around my body,
I am reminded of everything
that I dreamed we were.

And then I begin to think
about how my dreams probably
ruined it all, how God probably heard
me having conversations with myself about
you and thought, well, look at her trying to
plan her own life! who does she think she is?
let's change things up a little, shall we?

And then He took you away from me
as quickly as you'd come.

I can't blame Him, though,
or you either, for that matter.
I just would have bored you or
broken your heart or
showed you who I really am and
disillusioned you.

And I'm pretty sure He has someone
better in mind for the both of us, anyway.
Someone I can look at and say, she's just
right for him. I'm so happy for him.
And someone you can look at and say,
if you break her heart, I'll break your neck
because she's my friend despite our history and
I care for her, genuinely and with all my heart.

And none of these thoughts are really
worth thinking and none of these words
were really worth writing.

Except, I guess to say, that I wish you
would wrap your arms around me the way
you used to more often so that just for a second
I can feel like someone really needs me.