There’s so much I want to say. So much I want to do with you. But most of all, I just want to look at you, sit with you and not say anything. Because, frankly, that would be enough.
Stupidity of all stupidity really.
I’m still hoping that you’ll come back. I keep walking on, hoping you’re just around the corner ready to start again. I look back over my shoulder hoping you’re behind me calling out for me to slow down so you can catch up with me and take my hand. Hoping that you’ll be at the finish line of the next race to kiss your hot and sweaty girl. I hope that you’ll suddenly call me MJ again and be my Peter Parker.
I keep hoping you’ll turn around and tell me you just can’t go on without me whether we’ll be seperated by distance or not.
And sometimes, well sometimes, being there for someone doesn’t necessarily mean being there physically. It can just mean being there. The knowledge of someone special holding out for you, who wants you, needs you, loves you and longs to be with you can sometimes be all we need just to pull through. They don’t have to hold you tight, breathe on your face, dry you hair, laugh at your stupid jokes they just need to be there. That’s what I want to do. You may go to Australia for years and maybe I won’t be with you for years, but I still want to be with you. Know that I’m yours and you’re mine. That’s all. Sometimes knowledge is better than nothing.
We’re not kids anymore. You can’t kiss and run. Stay. Just stay with me.
amyruth.xxoo
