A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma
I sit here and think about him. I drive and think about him. I sleep and I think about him. He says he wants to be with me. He says he wants to be in our lives. And yet, he makes no attempt to make it real. He comes and goes. Sometimes I hear from him and other times it's as if I don't exist to him. He came to my house in the early dawn hours so that he could hold me while I alternated between sleep and crying. He is amazing and frustrating all in the same breath. Why do we keep walking away from each other?