this morning #1106.

this morning, we were standing downtown, right outside of our café, lost in the moment, heads buried in one another’s shoulders, running our hands through the lengths of each other’s hair as the citizenry of the city passed us by on all sides. to those passersby, we likely looked like we were in love or something similar. this was half true. i knew that she loved me. i just wasn’t there. believe me, i’ve tried to get there but i find that whenever i envision we future two, i see us in an embrace & then, beyond that, i see the face of the woman she stepped out with. that face is fading but it still sticks around. it wasn’t as if what those outsiders saw wasn’t pure warmth. it’s just that it wasn’t that simple.