Homesick. This is such a real feeling, to me a painful one. -at least right now. I am officially back; I came back. He is here again, like he never left my mind. Did he? A cold shiver runs down my back, and there are no words.
I feel you. Isn't it funny how silence is supposed to "heal" something, and after a few days of not talking, he (if he breaks the ice) will probably ask something stupid to try to pass as a joke, and then side-step it all and resume "conversation" (about nothing but surface-level things) as if the silence or personal violation was never a factor to anything...
I wish, looking back, I'd have shot more men in my lifetime. If I just knew then what I know now, nobody would ever find the bodies. Youth... what a waste it is when you don't know how to handle it.
Submission Name: [10.19.09]
