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It was only 10 miles, but God,
that drive truly felt like ages.
I think I spent more time trying
to sort out what I’d say to you
(“I’m sorry” or “I forgive you”
or “how could you do this to me?”)
than I spent trying to listen to my GPS,
and I think then,
then was when I should have turned around,
but I didn’t.
I went to your hotel and
I sat in my car for awhile just
working up the courage to see you. .
Walking into that lobby, I couldn’t help but say, "It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” but it was, and
It is and it “is what it is,” but it really truly isn’t.
It is so much more than that and
I just need you to
v a l i d a t e that for me authentically.
This is next level screwed up,
but somehow we’ll figure it out.
I know we will.
I just need you to acknowledge
what this means for me.
I didn’t say any of that though.
Instead, you called me and
I turned around and soon,
I was clinging to you, (or maybe you to me) like
missing puzzle pieces,
too afraid to break away
which I don’t think is too far off from truth.
And I want to say all my fears
disappeared that night,
that I was no longer scared or hurt or
But this healing scab on my skin,
empty eyes from a series of crying spells,
and the faint memory of a stomach warmed by sadness indicate otherwise. .
But it’s okay though. And I mean that.
I’m working through this,
through us so we can keep moving forward.
I can’t change the past, I can only look ahead.
It just is what it is. .
Art by: @sparksflyidraw