sometimes i'm bound up. between those feelings. to be there as a good friend, or to be there as someone who might have a little more speacialities than just a friend. i miss him. in so many words i could tell how much i missed being around him. but as closed as i can be, i cannot go further. not until the moment i know i finally had found myself back. only if i'm in a good pieces.
being selfish is always an option, & this time i'm choosing not to be one. involving people getting through the process i am going through to heal, is not the way. i would go back, if i'm sure enough i can be someone good for you. someone perhaps flawless enough for you. i would go back if i can.
