I was cleaning up some childhood things and going through boxes of my teenage years...and there they were...all the love letters you had ever wrote to me. Every last single one of them.
I took them all home with me.
Read them each one by one...you had such beautiful words to say and such colorful language. I admire you for that. Not for the writing but for your emotions - for I never possessed those. But you knew that.
I'm still that way so in that respect I have not change - not that I have not tried...it's still hard for me.
Those were troubling times for me and we were so young. Our lives were diverging...but you made some prophecies. And I now have some of my own...
You're just running across my mind and I want you to know...
I did not mean to cause pain and if you really want to know life was hard for me. Things got really rough after you left...hardships you could not imagine...but I also want you to know...
That I now have control and time has been more than good to me. Reading your letters made me want to explain and although you may have pushed me out of your brain...I want you to know that I never meant to cause pain.
Just wondering about those prophecies because I have a few of my own now...
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