It seems far too many nights have passed since the last time I put my hands on her. And this distance she has set between us is, is a result of what I asked for. She was always ready for me. Anytime that I needed her to listen so I could get whatever I needed to get out, out, she sat quietly and waited for the explosion to pour from my heart, mind and soul.
She has told me in the past that no matter what happens between us, no matter the separating distance, she will always be there when I need her. I have never told her anything of the like. I guess I'm a bit self centered I suppose. I feel bad for that. I should be there for her as often as she is for me. But, she never seems to need me. Maybe her way of helping herself is by helping me?
Sure, I could move on to a better looking new friends, but there has been so much shared between the two of us it would just feel so wrong. I've tried these past few weeks to move on, but as predicted, there is no other that can make me feel as good as she does when my fingers are tickling her.
I'm sorry, old friend. I promise to not leave again. You have been here for me all this time and I use you when I need you, never asking if you need me.
I promise to write more often and punch the letters on your keyboard until the ink rubs off.
