Can't or Won't?











{09/01/2013}  

I miss you every day.

There’s an ache deep inside my chest when I think your name. I reach for my cell phone to call you a hundred times in my head. But I don’t allow my hand to reach for the phone, because I know that if I do, I’m lost.

I miss you like I’d miss a limb.

Why don’t you give us a chance? That’s all I ask for. I’m scared too. Falling in love is scary. Falling in care is scary. But hundreds do it everyday, so why can’t we?

Come on, we’ll jump off the bridge together. Hand in hand.

And what if we crash and burn? What if we end up hating each other’s guts? What if? What if? What if we fall deeply in love? What if we have ten children and live in the country? What if we live happily together?

What ifs don’t make a life.

Your happiness isn’t completely in your hands, true. But we are given only so many chances. I guess what I mean to say is:

Here, take my hand. On the count of three, we jump. One. Two. Three.



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