3 more days. Preparing to see someone I only dreamed of. It had ended so soon, the only man to never say he loved me. Which is the best thing that someone has never said. I think it made me see that if he really did, it would be real and not just something that rolls off the tongue. Dave Matthews, Matt Nathanson, something that drifted in the background. I remember Christmas lights danced around my room, cold air coming through the window. Driving with the windows down as music was sung, eating at a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant.
So here I am, anxious with butterflies spinning in my stomach. Painting my nails because he told me one time he liked that, finding the cutest outfits I have in my closet, daydreaming of all the right things. So three days I’m going to go and get my heart that he’s had for awhile.
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