Sunday, March 28, 2010


A phone call.
Then a message.
An invitation.
Contact I have expected.

It's a strange thing to be so frightened of seeing someone you loved so intensely. Given enough time I'm sure I'll sure be able to leave this behind. But it still feels quite fresh. I wonder if you even considered if your contacting me would hurt me? Probably not. You are all instinct and heart. With that in mind I am happy to keep silent and remain simple. I dare not flare my desire for something I cannot have.

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