million of things
I want to tell you about everything that happens and the funny stories of my day to day or that I’ve been sick (am sick), millions of things but I can’t anymore because I don’t want to t scare you away. These things are intimate things, I want to tell you about the things that make me tick, that make me excited, things that scare me but I’m afraid to scare you away. I want to sit down with you and share a beer and pretzels again and tell you about my day and hear about your day. I want your input on things I’m doing or the little projects I’m working on even though I don’t really need your help, I want your help.
I was hoping that you were the person that I could take to wine country for a weekend away, do spa things (because I know you like that) and so do I. I was hoping that you were my person. And maybe you are someday.
It gives me hope when you show up and then crushes me when it seems like you can’t get away fast enough. So yea, I feel off, I feel sad. I still don’t understand what made you run away in the first place, I still don’t know what is wrong with me that no one ever stays.
still broken
falling free
down a rabbit hole