I was first drawn to you as a moth is drawn to the light.
You warmth was bright as sunshine and I let the sensation cover me as completely as a blanket in wintertime. I craved your friendship, as you seemed to love mine. I didn’t doubt that your friendship would last forever.
Time and distance; it builds like a mountain builds height. The meetings are few, the meetings are precious.
Until the day you weren’t who I expected. Your anger shocked me. Your aloofness made me stand away. I didn’t want to feel it, but you made me glad I was going home.
I don’t think you meant to.
A lot of things were going on. But maybe it wasn’t a good time.
Maybe I should have gone another time. It wasn’t as if there wouldn’t be other times.
I step away; for now.
I allow myself rest. To recharge. You will still be here, my friend. I just need to be away to in order to come back.
Next time, you will be better.