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?
