Who would have thought this would make me want to cry so much? Just the other night I'm missing the past, where you and I would blast "Always Something There to Remind Me" in your green truck down the country roads. Today I find out something I didn't even expect to read. Thoughts in my head are fighting me to find out how you are holding up--if you are. Should I cut this silence with love once again with an intervention? All those months that I cried for you were because I wanted you to experience true happiness--yet I still couldn't help but wish I'd be part of the reason.
It's okay to cry, if you are. I know I will be. All the secrets you shared with me, about your thoughts on the certain people you cared deeply for. Even if you had a hard time showing it, you did show to me. I did see it. You were so affected that you could very well deny it and I wouldn't believe you. I knew you had a soft heart underneath the cold and hard surface that developed over hurtful years. I'd do anything... ANYTHING to see you right now.
But I don't know what anything is.
I will remain in high hopes that through my colloquy of heart to confession, you will come to thoroughly penetrate the very entity of my enduring fidelity.
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