5/31/08

3 am, half asleep, the phone rings.

It's not you though.
A friend, i don't answer.

Months of waiting, and finally, a letter.

...not number one on your list of priorities...
someone better for me out there...
missing me terrible....

You say you think ill never forgive you....
For leaving me,
hurting me,
crushing me.

Yet, with this letter, forgiveness floods through me.

There's a difference between anger and hurt,
and not being able to forgive you.

A difference in being my friend,
and my thinking i could spend forever with you.

"It's what you want, friends or more, as long as you stay"
I reply.

I lied though.
I want more.