The Strange Ways My Heart Rules My Life

Even if I plan to be 500 miles from home in six months, my heart never lets me escape its trappings.  I patiently wait on the sidelines, waiting for right moments and open spots, knowing full well I care about someone who seems preoccupied with everything except me.  That is, until the lights go out.  I think. 

Then again, maybe he thinks about me at moments, too, wondering why I seem so distant and despondant except on Friday or Saturday evenings.  In his head he pictures me smiling for hours looking upon him and when my face blurs, his memories fade into cold Sunday or Saturday mornings.  But then, that's only really my imagination. 

It's not something I particularly want to talk about or anything I'm comfortable talking about.  I want to know what he thinks, but at the same time, I'm in no rush. 

We shall see.  I'll let time do the for me - I work enough already.

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