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I couldn’t understand the distance for so many weeks. It’s happened a few times before. I thought maybe you were just needing the break and I let you have that space, like so many times. This past couple of weeks has had me on cloud nine with you. I was ready to burn the ships…yes, and all the way. I was scared to trust in it, but you said all the right things, you did all the right things…you kept being scared, but you kept staying. Showing up. Reaching out. I wish I hadn’t even heard the words from your family member. So hateful that, even if true, intended to hurt me only. If they aren’t, still the intent remains. It hit the mark. Maybe driving a wedge between us that needn’t have been an added difficulty. I really hope it’s a lie. Secretly, even though I asked you not to, I hope you talk to them. The friend who told me is furious with me for asking you about it…even though the hurt was completely on me either way. Tell me it was a vicious lie or insinuation to hurt me…just like you did, and mean it. I’m scared it is. I hope it comes to light, is a lie, and we move on just like we have been…and grow. I want to go with you this weekend…you said I could. I still want to.
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