I wish that we could start out fresh. We'll pretend we're perfect strangers, "Hello, Sir." and "What's up, Miss." You'll be skeptical and charming and I'll be cynical and sweet. We can set up camp in coffee shops and sketch out the pictures in our imaginations, hopped up on endorphins and caffeine. A comic book creation swimming in the story of you and me.
But as it stands, there is a chasm of circumstance and catastrophe between your heart and mine.
And they say that time heals all, but the saline from these tears stings. I miss you.
I believe this story can change. It can be colored with kisses under tall trees on mountain sides. Embellishing the pages with stories of pirates, gypsies and Martians encountered at the secondhand bookstore. Illustrated by the photos of memories built for two. Chapters woven together in nights of conquered levels and crocheted projects.
And yet calculated words keep us at arms length. What a shame. Do you ever wonder what might have been? I wish an apology meant something to you. Still, I'd rather try.
So, close your eyes and I'll paint the next scene, one new and fresh and squeeky clean. Lets fall blissfully in friendship: free of limits, clear of boundaries. And then we'll see where we can go from there. Are you game for a new adventure?
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