Just Maybe Forse Ciao

Good morning - how did you sleep? And good night - sleep well. Train arriving now, coffee in 10? And where are you? Still reading in the library? How can you stand spending all this time on the tube? And how can you possibly have a theory for everything? We can walk all the way to Greenwich from here. Take a picture from above, swallow London from above. This was cool.  No, I cannot stand this anymore, the lack of intimacy is getting too much to handle. Why can't I curl up in bed with you? I will miss you, just so you know.  But oh...I would never stab you in the back, if you let me curl up in bed with you.   Stay right there, in front of me, where I can see you, straight.  I feel like I am rejected every single second and every moment, as if you saw me too much too deep and you are repulsed. But I do love you! And I feel like I owe you, not sure what or why. But that is crazy! Well, you see, it is so difficult. I cannot...

And this piece won't be lyrical, or subtle, or beautifully written. Because sometimes, sometimes you overload  You are sorry you love him more than he wants  You are mad because you shouldn't be sorry you love him more than he wants Love is yours, not anyone else's, to define.  Remember that.  And now that you are at it,  remember that you don't have to apologise when, without raising your voice, you say your own truth You always apologise afterwards, as if you didn't mean it and you do, you do mean it.  Because you need to listen to yourself when something inside you snaps and tells you that you need more and different reasons to stay this time that this time, you cannot stay because YOU fix it. This time, your emotional blackout, is a blessing in disguise. This time, he needs to fix it,  or at least try to see, for once, your pain, without being scared of it. Or worse, uncomfortable. People feel things,...