False alarm.
I was laying in bed tonight. I planned for a relaxing night in, a self care type of night if you will. Until I received a text from a coworker. Well she sent a picture of a letter with my name on it. Nothing else, no explanation. Not even a response to my text asking who it was from. My heart was racing, my immediate thought was that it was from you. I wanted it to be from you. I raced to Work walking as fast as I could to get to that letter that you left me. But, it wasn’t from you. I couldn’t believe that I was really looking forward to what you possibly could have written. It could have said something negative but I still wanted to read it. Could it be so? The fact that you were the only person I told how I have been feeling for the past couple of months since we’ve been in each other’s air space, that I’ve wanted nothing more than for us to work? To be in each other’s embrace just once more. Longing to cherish each and every mini second I was honored with your presence. But all that goes away when I realize all I get to do is go back home and know that everything I’ve ever invisioned, with you being apart of my life, will never be a possibility.
