i don’t mean to let certain people into my life. sometimes they just come in without knocking.
and he did.
it would never have worked. there is too much circumstance that all but popped the bubble we hid in. i guess hiding is a good way to get to know someone though. i’ve never met anyone that my past didn’t affect or come to the surface with but he never asked. and i never asked about his, even though i knew there were some dark blue filmy secrets sitting right behind his pretty eyes. sometimes it is better just to look straight ahead rather then curve around and seek out. safer that way. also more dangerous.
i don’t really know the answers to anything, but he thought i did. i still twist from the blow i packed all for myself.
i miss his eyes.
