Tuesdays Blog 12/12
Short story incoming… When I first saw him I knew what I wanted, but what did that matter if the result of our “relationship” is different. I didn’t know you was going to be my friend instead of my lover. What if our reality was different? Maybe the outcomes of our arguments and actions would be interpreted differently. “You remember what I said right?” I ask you this question with a warm smile between my lips looking at you waiting for a response because for some reason your opinion matters. I can’t read you though, when u take long pauses to look at me while I’m talking and give me your un divided attention making me feel like I’m the only light in your view. Or when we make witty flirtations things back to each other. But I’m still “gang”. I don’t know how you feel but I would like to without my heart being naked in-front of you… vulnerable.
