Do not leave me, but do not come back.
It is amazing how far love can take you. And sometimes it will take you, for a fool. It will almost make you think that a bad thing is good for you. Maybe love is just a work of fiction, and we are simply the story that is written, with no say for the way we are to end. It is really the make-believe happiness that we adore so much and try to nurture. But one day we shall see that all which is lovely will inevitably uncloak to reveal a sight of pitiful hopelessness. What a dreadful nightmare to awaken to. It may be easier to just go back to sleep and dream of love and forever. That is the tragedy which is the story of me and my father. Sorrow may be all that I have of him. It has been two days since the hurricane passed through Biloxi, where he lives. And I have not been able to get through to him on the phone. The city has no power. Knowing that he always prefers to evacuate before a big storm, still does not help. I worry for him. But I wait for a phone call that may never come. Ever since he divorced my mother, he never calls me anymore. So I do not know why I would ever want to hear from him again... even just to hear him tell me that he is safe and dry. I discover me serving my heart to another who has no appetite for love. He knows that I love him, for I tell him all the time when I call. But I am always the one who calls. Now because of the hurricane, I cannot even do that. I have always felt as though I need to be the one who offers love, to be the one who keeps the door open and the light on. My heart is my pain, and it beats loudly... ever so as each day passes without hearing from him. It is all that I feel now. To love someone, is to hate oneself.