Sparkles cover fingernails and line my closet. They don't, however, shine through my eyes. I wish someone could see the emptiness in them so I could talk about it. Their neutral opaqueness, the unfocus. I long for the days when the season brought me hope.
Have I grown out of it?
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Good
I look at photos and they remind me of what I felt when we were "good".
I actually think I was never "good". It always bothered me that you weren't here and that you had no intention of coming here. I always knew this.
More and more people are getting engaged- and the more I See this, the more I realize I KNEW we were never going to be married.
I know something good will come of this- I know that I will find someone more perfect than you are. I know we will be more perfect together- more than you and I could ever be or would ever be.
I actually think I was never "good". It always bothered me that you weren't here and that you had no intention of coming here. I always knew this.
More and more people are getting engaged- and the more I See this, the more I realize I KNEW we were never going to be married.
I know something good will come of this- I know that I will find someone more perfect than you are. I know we will be more perfect together- more than you and I could ever be or would ever be.
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