“I love you but…”
is not going to be good enough for me.
It was a frustrating night last night. Yet another night where you were not here. This time, there wasn’t an excuse for it.
This isn’t grade school. You can’t tell the teacher the dog ate your homework this many times and her to just give you a passing grade.
You are a grown up.
Love is a gift, not a right.
And when I give you something so very… and you say you do too, but then do things like this again…
You didn’t call or message or even say you were sorry. The fact that I had to instant message you at 3am to get a response an hour later, sans apology…
In my romantic naiveity, I want so very much to believe you when you say those three words. I want my friends to be wrong. I want to believe in the passion that I remember.
Memories are inherently sticky. Those of you in the beginning… of those moments in the sun where nothing else mattered, will always make my heart tug thinking about.
“Nothing is forever.” my best friend told me.
I’m brought back to that night with Moo. Of a discussion that continues to mean even more each day.
“Some things are meant to be legendary.”
I wonder what happened to the man I fell in love with last summer. It is a shadow. The season has changed. And now, you are a ghost.
In your wake, there are questions. I know now that it really isn’t about my wrong doings this time.
If you love someone, you move mountains for them without them asking. You once did.
Monday morning will be tomorrow. You will be at E3. I’m not sure where I’ll be just yet.
This is the part in the movie where either the boy rushes to the girl…
I have to go to see my son. Afterward I think a drive along the coast may be in order. Some roads you have to walk alone. I’m to the point where that’s what I want to do. It’s getting a bit easier each day when things like this happen.
“I love you, but…”
No. If you love me, that word will not be in that sentence any longer.