Missing.
I miss talking with someone.
Just plain old talking, about whatever is on my mind. I have a lot of random thoughts, a lot of deep thoughts..
I miss being with someone who would just look at me and listen to whatever I had to say. And after I was done complaining, crying, laughing, reminiscing, questioning, they would still love me. Still be interested in what I have to say.
I haven’t gotten that close with someone in a long time.. Haven’t shared myself completely. I’m afraid I found the one person who knows me all too well too soon because he is long gone.
It feels like I will be alone, in this way, forever. Alone with my thoughts, my concerns, my ideas.
Some people want sex, passion, money. All I want is understanding. An open mind, and open heart.
No promises, no relationships, maybe love. And someone to listen.
The Game.
I’ve been out of it for awhile and I just hope I’m not getting played…
