An Open Letter About Why I Canāt Be Around You
I canāt. I simply can not take being around you anymore. Why? Iāll tell you. Because itās mostly your fault. My life was fine prior to you just walking-or I guess I should say driving- in it. Now youāre sashaying around my house like itās where youāve always needed to be. Like youāre finally Home after running for years.
Donāt get me wrong, seeing you so happy makes me so happy. Because if anyone deserves it, itās you. And you have your perks. You clean up without being asked, you help me with these little things Iāve been meaning to do, and you work on my truck- and I donāt even have to beg you. In fact, I didnāt even mention it, you saw it needed to be done and did it.
So why canāt I stand you? Because. Youāre funny. And sweet. And youāve got these eyes that could pierce the dark. You stand just close enough to me to make me clam up but not close enough to cross lines.
And the bad part is, you may not even know that you know youāre doing all this. But I kind of think you do. And thatās why you make eye contact with me and hold it until Iām red and have to break it. Maybe itās why you put on Cardi and said ācome onnnn. Ride with me up thereā. Up there. As in up to the next house thatās technically walking distance.
Maybe you do know what youāre doing. Is that why when we had the party two nights ago you leaned over and asked āyou good?ā? Because your words drifted through the dark and sent chills up my spine.
I canāt be around you anymore because itās not fair to him. He didnāt ask for this. He thought he was just helping you out. Getting you on your feet again. And us. Weāre supposed to be getting married. Arguably, things hadnāt been great prior to you coming and you know weāve been at each otherās throats since youāve been here. But I love him. More than anything. I mean for gods sakes weāre getting married.
I canāt be around you anymore because when you lock eyes with me and start to half smile it becomes unfair to him that my stomach fills up with butterflies and my head spins and my heart races. He doesnāt deserve that. It becomes unfair to me because I donāt deserve the confusion. It becomes unfair to you because you donāt deserve to get your hopes up for someone who wonāt act on your feelings.
I canāt be around you anymore because the organic change growing deep in my chest is better left unexplored-
And your last message is better left unread.




















