So simple a task to complete it should be. But if it were truly simple, each and every one of us would have it done.
I'm not talking about placing the hard wood floors in the kitchen. And I'm not talking about re-shingling the roof of the house. But something far more simple, but at the same time, far more too complex to truly understand.
The old saying is "You win some. You lose some." Well, I've grown afully tird of fucking losing.
Maybe she was to be the one that I shared that crazy-I'll-do-anything-for-you-love with. Maybe she still is. But when a certain member of the party refuses to see that, well, there's not much that you can do.
Hundreds of miles between us and all I want is for her to call and tell me she's coming home. I would swim Lake Michigan in the dead of winter to prove my love for her.
Was it her choice to leave me the battered shell fo a man that I've become since her departure? I doubt it. She was too sweet hearted of a person to want to hurt me. She knew that it would hurt, but she did what she did because it was what was best for her. She couldn't keep pretending that it would all be o.k. if she closed her eyes and fell to sleep.
Badly I wish it were the case. Badly I wish to hear her voice in the morning as she readies herself for work, telling me that she loves me and she can't wait to get back home. Badly, I want her back.
But I can't be a guy who only cares about himself. I want her back. She doesn't want to come back. I can't change her mind. She's got to do that herself.
I love you Waterbed.
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