...comes around.
so in a hurry he left. He had come to town with the intention of us being together, I was willing to let it happen. and then he was gone. No phone call. No response. No text. No text back. No anything. It hurt. a hurt that i didnt understand nor had i ever known. Therefore it makes complete sense that he becomes the first person that i see at the bar when i walk in. Eyecontact, check. My heart raced to the point of no control upon which it broke into a thousand pieces. 1,000 pieces of not understanding, of loss of a dear friend, of undeclared or acclaimed love. What do you do? you tell me. I stood with my freinds, laughed, flipped the hair, took shots, danced, and continued to respond to stares he gave me. It had been 4 months,i had forgotten. When i was about to leave he looked at me and grabbed my hand."i was going to come talk to you in a second." did he? no. With faltered grace and awkward confidence i found him. only to tell him i was leaving. "can i call you tomorrow. I mean if i do will you be around." "if you call i responded." smiled. pulled my hand away. waved goodnight at all of his friends and walked away. reminants of my heart dripping down my sleeve. Karma is a bitch. if you knew our whole story you would know that. but thats what i left with for the night: 0 confidence. 0 ability to understand. 1 desire. 1000 pieces of my heart.....karma is definately a bitch.