Will I see you? Will you want to see me?
I wonder and wait to see if you want to try and see me this trip. What will it be? A lunch again where we politely lie to each other and hold back the sadness.
Will you be traveling alone? Or will seeing me entail getting way on your own… a secret. I miss you, as much as I missed you the day you left… as much as I missed you a year ago. My heart still longs for you, it can not be changed no matter how hard I try.
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herĀ 9/8/2016 09:27:31 pm
I am here alone. I do not do well with secrets…..