I want to talk to you but I don’t know how anymore. I don’t know what to say. I get nervous and uncertain about where we stand as friends, where we stand in our recoveries, and I always end up saying something stupid. Kicking myself. And then I try to fix it. I am like the awkward heroine in some sitcom who is always getting herself into her own trouble. Maybe the heroine’s buddy who gets into her own trouble. Regardless. I miss you. Talking like we once used to, speaking to you more honestly than I even speak to myself sometimes.
Thank you for always challenging me to be true.
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