I'm just trying to talk to someone.
To reach out.
To find a way out.
But you're busy, you're out right now and cannot talk;
and you are going to support your boyfriend at his first big gig in a while.
And I understand.
It's ok.
It's more than ok.
We'll talk later...
tomorrow maybe or next weekend, or just next time.
The thing is, you see, me and my infectious, toxic, mind can't help but wonder:
What if next time is the time too many?
What if next time is too late?
What if next time there is no 'later' or 'tomorrow' for me?
What if...
I ruin it all
before even giving it time to heal and the chance to love again and be loved in return?
Marie
