Call me an idiot.
But Pandora's Box has been opened, and now I'm considering all possibilities. Still being in love with him after all this time, doesn't that mean something? You get married to someone you'll love even when you hate him because you know it all Means More, and all I can think is is this true in our case? But then I remember how we were.
I've barely seen him Since Chicago and now all those Chicago memories I've fought so hard against are popping back up. All the small things we did together, all the ways we struggled, all the ugly fights we had and all the mornings I woke pressed against him.
I told him he took Chicago from me. I told him he was the only man I ever fully trusted. I told him I no longer trust. He told me he didn't realize he took it from me, that he didn't think about it like that. He told me he just knew that eventually we would rip each other apart. He told me he loved me but he wasn't sure we could be together.
Hasn't this always been our problem? How can you be in love with someone but unsure that you should be with him?
No comments:
Post a Comment