Jun 20, 2005 10:34
It's kind of strange, this love we share. It's different and complicated, yet ordinary and simple. It's grotesquely beautiful, yet kindly undeserving. I open my soul to you, you open your arms to me. Inspite of me, I let you in. Dispite you, you push you me out. I'm bold and obvious, you're shy and passive. I speak, you listen. I cradle your ego, you cradle my heart.
In the end, there's always an apology and there's always an understanding.
There's a memory that trails closely behind you, a memory of a photograph kept in a bag of the past. There's a memory that kisses your neck and whispers in your ear of a love that there was, of a love that could be. This memory stands before me and you move in to reach it, accidently hugging me, accidently loving me.
"I had a decision to make, I could have either stayed in the u.s., or left to germany and been with silvia. I stayed. And now I'm with you."
-"What was the deciding factor?"
"I don't remember."
There's so much I want to ask, but I don't want to know the answers. Do you dream of her? Do you think of her during the day? Is there a comparisson? Do I remind you of her at all? When you look at me, do you see her smile? Do you want to? Can you see me past the memory?