Well you see, I ran. I ran hard and fast my friends. I ran away from a girl. Not in the "oh you have cooties" sort of way that I wish I had. It was more so in the "you're going to destroy me" sort of way. It would be far cooler if she was a lady-bot but sadly she isn't. She is a 5'3" beauty that I wanted to call my own but whom I never could. Quick witted, sarcastic, and downright cruel on occasion she is who holds my heart right now. Can you see why I ran yet? Perhaps I can spell it out a little more clearly. For two glorious weeks we danced and it was amazing. It was the sun peeking from behind a tree, it was the snow falling like stars down around us, it was everything I could have hoped for and imagined. But like all sad stories, it came to an end. I was destroyed but I had hope. Hope kept me there with her for months but slowly hope faded and I was left with an empty hole where it had once been. That's when I decided to leave. I likely would have left sooner if certain engagements didn't leave me rooted to the spot. And even as I left I felt it tearing at my heart. How can one's heart break to be near someone yet break all the same to be away from them? I told her that I would miss her very much and that I was glad that she was still in my life, even as a friend. She made some sharp response and never said the same. I am left in this perpetual state of slowly making my way back to her and hoping that she tells me she misses me sometime before then.
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