On the steamed up windows, I wrote ‘gone’. It’s like we keep running in circles, trying to stay away from what only catches up inevitably. As I stepped out of the car, I wished you would grab my arm and tell me that… actually, I don’t know. Something that makes me think that you actually love me. That you want me. I still don’t know how you could say it all to my face without expecting some sort of reaction. Is this what I should learn to expect? Cause I don’t want to; I don’t want this from the person who I love and supposedly loves me back.
There are times when I don’t doubt that we’re right for each other, that we’re headed somewhere together; tonight isn’t one of them. I feel like I’m all alone in this right now, and I have no idea where to go from here.
