I made a lot of mistakes. A lot of mistakes. . .
This was going to go somewhere. Of course, they say that about a lot of things.
It's not like I do this on purpose. But life gets busy sometimes. You have to keep up on stuff - bills, rent, relationships. And then - all of a sudden, at the end of all of it - you realize that you have no time to do anything. Like write. Or love. Or forgive.
But you'll forgive me, won't you? For being unfaithful? You're just a simple white piece of paper, or computer screen rather. Either way, you can't think. You don't judge. You're just a place for me to put my thoughts. My ramblings. My intense need for somebody to see what goes through my head every day. You're somebody who won't yell if I forget to call you, or say I love you as I walk out the door. You have no way to communicate with me if I decide not to answer the phone for days on end, simply because I fear my voice is too loud for anybody to listen to. Or too quiet for anybody to hear, one of the two.
Maybe that's why I'm not faithful. Because I'm afraid nobody will notice if I am. Or if I'm not. But either way, I need to go to class. I'll finish tomorrow. Or, you know, maybe not.
This was going to go somewhere. Of course, they say that about a lot of things.
It's not like I do this on purpose. But life gets busy sometimes. You have to keep up on stuff - bills, rent, relationships. And then - all of a sudden, at the end of all of it - you realize that you have no time to do anything. Like write. Or love. Or forgive.
But you'll forgive me, won't you? For being unfaithful? You're just a simple white piece of paper, or computer screen rather. Either way, you can't think. You don't judge. You're just a place for me to put my thoughts. My ramblings. My intense need for somebody to see what goes through my head every day. You're somebody who won't yell if I forget to call you, or say I love you as I walk out the door. You have no way to communicate with me if I decide not to answer the phone for days on end, simply because I fear my voice is too loud for anybody to listen to. Or too quiet for anybody to hear, one of the two.
Maybe that's why I'm not faithful. Because I'm afraid nobody will notice if I am. Or if I'm not. But either way, I need to go to class. I'll finish tomorrow. Or, you know, maybe not.
