,

My Heart Aches

Why?

Because… you fudged some Truths on this blog.

Yes.

You don’t want to write about it on here.

Nope.

I don’t get to know… everything… from far away.

No, unfortunately, you don’t.

Unfortunately?

I don’t know? Fortunately? I’m not sure.

Not sure… you’re still not sure… about me?

No. That’s different.

How do you know?

Because I remember what I feel in my heart.

I’m not sure… if I know what I want anymore.

That’s okay, too.

Is it?

Yes… I mean… it sucks for me, but… you’re allowed to be feeling unsure, if that’s how you’re feeling…

(Grinning, smiling)

Are you in love with me or the idea of me?

Honey, I haven’t even seen the no-make up version of you in over ten years. Not in real life. So, what am I supposed to do?

Yeah… you haven’t seen me… organically

No. I haven’t. I’m writing based off of memories, imaginations, ideations, sometimes fantasies, sometimes surrealist imageries.

But I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you in real life. I know I want you.

Oh…?

I’ve been… lurking… in your orbit.

I know…

You do?

Maybe…

You don’t know what you don’t know.

I don’t…?

(Sheepish grin)

I’m trying to muster up the courage.

For what?

To step out of my comfort zone.

What comfort zone? I’M YOUR COMFORT ZONE. You’re trying to get back IN.

(Laughing) (Devilish grin)