The thing about love
or
something close, is all the space in between.
When we're together, it's perfect. Everything is wonderful, the colors brighter, the sounds softer, the music sweeter.
But when you leave.......... well what then?
Excitement for the next time, our eyes will meet?
Well yes, yes.
But....
There's always buts.
But doubt,
Does he even miss me?
Is he avoiding me?
Will this be just like last time?
I tell myself, no. Stop being foolish.
Childish.
Pathetic.
Or when I want to see you,
and you don't want to see me,
He doesn't like me anymore..
There's someone else...
He's bored of me..
I tell myself no, he's busy.
He has other stuff to do.
He's tired.....
of me?
I don't even know.