I took another chance on you. Yea, I know that’s all on me. I flew out to your city…again. I met the whole family this time. I don’t know why we did that. Your dad’s not around anymore, but I met the men who stepped in to fill his shoes. And you know what? We made jokes and had a heart to heart and they gave me the warmest hugs I’ve had in awhile. I clowned around and goofed off with your friends. And you made me food. Warm, delicious, fresh out the oven food. Especially for me, cause you know I don’t eat meat and you wanted me to have a seat at the table with you and everyone you hold dear, because you know how much it irks me being a last minute thought and getting stuck with sides. You’re so thoughtful.
I don’t want to end up resenting us. You’re like lightning striking me alive. We make these exceptions for each other that I don’t think we’d make for anyone else. I don’t want to be the type of people who look back and think of each other as passing flashbacks that lit up each other’s world in fleeting moments.
This time it’s going to hurt. It’s going to be a lot more tears. Not just yours or mine, but all these people getting invested in us. Why do we play the games that we do? What are we doing?
I know my worth. On lonely flights headed back home, I question whether you really know mine. Yea, I know. I’m the fool.