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28 April 2010 10:29 PM
Convince yourself you'd have it all

Because when I don't hear from you, I imagine
  • you're knocked down while reading my texts.
  • you missed a step in exhaustion and bumped your head.
  • walking and talking on the phone got you in a mess.
  • your phone got stolen.
  • you are in the ICU.
  • someone/something cornered you.
  • work got too personal.
  • you didn't make it through the night.
  • death.

It eludes me - the way you could be cheating, have a change of heart, give up, doubt the entire picture, found someone better, bitch behind my back, or are in the midst of wrapping up the sick joke this was meant to be. Or maybe you've loved me enough to decide to hate eventually, in your heart.

Somehow I trust you as much. That you will not leave in purpose but leave in circumstance.


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