Jun 01, 2011 05:27
I don't know how I feel tonight.
Another sleepless night of me sitting here, dwelling on things that cannot be changed. I recall a warm November afternoon on your dad's property. We were out on the docks and you were showing aspects of a life that you couldn't write about. The details are pretty vague, but I remember the way the shoreline looked across the lake and the exposed rocks that were revealed by a lowered water level. I also remember the social environment choking me and just wanted to go back to your place and back to my comfort zone that protected me from this strange new world that I couldn't have imagined. I remember your sad face when we found that I couldn't watch your dad's band play. Just one more day and I could have seen yet another aspect of your life. Who knows what would have happened if I had stayed just another day. There was a line that was crossed.
I don't regret sitting at that table being envious of that couple. I don't regret missing my flight. And I surely don't regret crossing that line together.
I hope we can fix this, despite the fact of what I really want. You've come so far and I can't even get myself to stand up straight.