It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve last heard from you. I know you’re busy, and I am not really expecting you’d fit me anywhere in your life. After all, what are we? There is no WE. There is YOU, and there is ME. But there is no WE.
Uncertainties.
Does "I’m busy," mean just that, or should I read "I’m busy and even if I’m not, I don’t want to see you anymore because I’ve changed my mind"?
Does the silence mean "We’re over"? Or does it say "I still like you, and I’d like to spend time with you, but I’m too caught up in my life right now"?
Against my better judgment, I texted you last night. I wanted closure, because I hate uncertainties. I hate wondering. And you were your usual self, cool. And busy as a bee.
You said, "Thanks for remembering."
And I said, "Thanks for everything."
That was it for me. You even forgot to ask how I was.
I was ready to let you go. I was ready to stop this madness before I feel something I’m not supposed to feel.
Then, just this morning, you wanted to have breakfast with me.
And I knew, I am exactly what you thought of me.
Paranoid.
Unpredictable like the weather! Still can’t make decisions or can’t get out from “D”. Maybe that’s your decision: Not getting out. Because your suspicions are baseless, subjective, irrational? Or you just want a little attention from him? Whatever it is, I think you love him that much that you don’t want to let go.
eddie: who said anything about love?? i know i didn’t. i am just, uhm (this would sound sooo high school)… infatuated =)
and btw, you’re starting to sound like a shrink haha
I wanted to be a shrink but ended up as a public health person instead.