Voices

Every morning I look at his face and listen to his voice saying things to me that I long to hear repeated over and over.

I long for him to think them.

This week I am having to let go of a lot of things . Maybe I should have let go of him, too but I can’t bring myself to do that just yet. There is still this part of me that believes it was real and our timing just sucked. Believes that there is a point in time where it makes sense and it works.

There is something about his voice that makes me want him and want to believe he is capable of intimacy and emotional connection. Something about it that cuts deep. That voice that grips me tight and won’t let go.

It is funny about all that I do have to let go when I don’t ever ask for too much.

But I do need presence, and time and caring and to see that you feel something. It doesn’t have to match mine, but it does have to be obvious.