Month: March 2015

It goes without saying – as friends.

I know you tired hard to do it my way for months, and that didn’t work for you. So, i am willing to try and do it your way.

I care about you and want to keep you as part of my life. I know there are limits and boundaries. My only regret would be not spending time with you when I could have.

I still have feelings for you, and I probably always will. But I know my way – a relationship – didn’t work for you. I hope this way will work out for both of us. I am willing to try.

You looked like I was the last person you wanted to see today. Did I do something wrong?

I wasn’t trying to bother you. I did want to say hi and ask how YOU are doing. I know you’ve had a lot going on with family.

I wish you well.

1 Comment:

her 3/23/2015 02:48:38 am
No, you did nothing wrong. I have had the shittiest week (including today). I was afraid if I talked to you I would start crying. I have too much happening, not sleeping and now I am sick. I am done…..overdone! I know, this is my normal state, but I am really sick of it! Sorry I just saw this!

You ask why I keep coming back. I have gone no where. I am always here in my love for you. Why do you come back?

Is there still something here? I think so. I hope so. I want to believe there is still more to play out – more to being together than apart. More to caring.

Why don’t I move on? Simply – I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to stop loving you or caring about you. Can you handle that?

So, I wait to see what will happen next. Will we find a middle ground? Or will time move on and leave us worn and broken.

Eventually we will move one way or the other. Some life event will bring us closer or move us further apart. But for now, I try to take it as it comes.

Alberto Ríos, 1952

One river gives its journey to the next.
We give because someone gave to us.

We give because nobody gave to us.

We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.

We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it–

Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
Mine to yours, yours to mine.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
Together we are simple green.

You gave me what you did not have,
and I gave you what I had to give–

Together, we made something
greater from the difference.