Someone came by today who reminded me of you. He had that same sad and wanting, yet unthreatening look in his eyes. He was tender and solemn and subtly direct. I couldn't look him in the eyes for too long. He made me miss you. I miss you. Sometimes I find myself thinking of you. Mostly in the mornings. Of how it felt just to be with you. No words. No activity. Just us. Alone. I miss that. You may not relate, and you may not remember, but I do. I remember you. The silence we shared by the riverside. The gaze that we held through the firelight. The curious glances we broke too soon. The fear and the heat when we stood too close. Wondering. Guessing. Wanting more. Or was that simply my overactive imagination? Was there more to be had, or are some things better left unpursued? Forsaken. Undone. I'll be left with those questions.
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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