Letters
I'm waiting for you.
To call, to write, to acknowledge my existence.
I try as hard as I can to put you from my mind, but it's like staring at the sun- you can only do so for so long before it hurts beyond compare.
It's been weeks since we last talked, and I'm wondering if you still remember who I am. I have sacrificed so much to be with you and put you so high up on the pedestal you sit on that sometimes I don't even remember who I am without defining it by my standing with you.
That is the problem, though. I don't ever know where I stand with you.
I'm done, honey. I can't let your opinion of me decide my fate.
Your Move.
To call, to write, to acknowledge my existence.
I try as hard as I can to put you from my mind, but it's like staring at the sun- you can only do so for so long before it hurts beyond compare.
It's been weeks since we last talked, and I'm wondering if you still remember who I am. I have sacrificed so much to be with you and put you so high up on the pedestal you sit on that sometimes I don't even remember who I am without defining it by my standing with you.
That is the problem, though. I don't ever know where I stand with you.
I'm done, honey. I can't let your opinion of me decide my fate.
Your Move.