“…I wonder if you’re gonna wait for me or if you’re gonna find a new boy to spoon, I wish that I could see you soon…”
“How long ’til you can see her?
And I’m like – the sooner the better
Do you really think she will wait for you?
And I’m like there’s no way to say and there’s nothing I can do…”
I will wait for you baby, and I will see you … Continue Reading
You lower your voice, it slows right down like treacle, you hesitate and make soft inarticulate sounds into the silence, swallowing, licking your lips, trying to find a way to form the thoughts into words that will somehow make it less difficult. I know you are embarrassed, I know this is hard for you.
I wait.
You tell me in snippets, I listen as you struggle with the sentences, broken and disjointed, they are reluctant … Continue Reading
She is angry, hurt, she is beyond feeling like talking about it, beyond feeling like punishing him and into the space where she doubts he can do this, doubts that he is capable of delivering what she needs, doubts that he can make her happy. And she adores him, she hates feeling like this.
This is not the first time… The first time, she explained patiently how it felt for her to put pieces of … Continue Reading