Friday, January 20, 2012

Because I spent the last 30 minutes crying over a book.

The moment I knew was the moment realized I was scared to lose you. How you walking out that door could be last I'd ever see of you. And though it isn't, thank god it isn't, I find myself holding breath every time I make little calls, this thin invisible thread connecting me to you-- an excuse to talk, to tell myself you're never leaving. Time does not help. As it grows, the more frightened I am of loss. Of fate and change.

I still pray. In between doubts and fear and thoughts. I know you're coming home to me.

"What if I hear your name and it will ring no bell?" (Xsite)

But no. You're here, we're home. We're all safe.

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