mai 18, 2007
frothing
last night i finally sent you the pictures that you'd taken with my camera; it was the only message i could think to send that would let you know that i'm ready to talk to you again, that i miss you, without coming across as desperate or depraved.
(well, depraved i may be; desperate--no)
it's so hard to admit that i'm frightened that you won't respond, because as long as we're at stalemate there is hope that we might actually speak again someday. fact is the only thing that can truly wound hope; and i could use a little hope from time to time.
of course, part of me is equally concerned that you will. because what is there left to say, really?
Posted by shivery at mai 18, 2007 04:29 PMComments