Three years, three years and we have been over it a hundred times.
My heart aches, when I see you walk away as our hands part from one another.
what was once warm with anothers touch is now cold and is nothing but an instant, yet short recollection of hands touching mine.
A tear running down my face as you start to get further away from me, feeling like theres a hold on my throat and a knot in my stomach.
Three years, and coming from two different worlds shouldn't phase me, but yet I still can barely catch myself when you walk away. I count the steps you take 'til you turn back around to give me a warm goodbye smile.
Funny how when someone smiles at you, your instinct is to smile back. I cant get use to the distance in our relationship.
I ask myself am I happy? or am I overly whelmed? That I just don't know what to do. feeling confused, asking am I happy to see him or am I sad...
We're not just from two different worlds, I'm stuck in two different mindsets.
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