The Empty Space In My Head

So what? Stuff happens in life and...who cares if you're ready, right? You just do it!

13 November 2006

Strings

I would like to be the air
That inhabits you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
-Margaret Atwood


Who says everyone needs to be in a relationship? Some people are perfectly content with what they have that they do not need to put a label on it. Besides, it only starts to get problematic when you start to care, when you let emotions get in the way.

They were not friends, they don't talk that much, they weren't really anything at all. He was just tired of sitting around waiting for someone to hold his hand.

The alcohol had temporarily robbed her of coherence. It was over as soon as it happened. He was honestly lacking words, he had been caught, and now he didn't know what to say. Where was he even to begin. Should he? How in the hell was he supposed to start talking about this? Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't she take her eyes off him? He saw someone, just standing there and looking at him. And though they didn't know each other too well, there was something there. It wasn't love. And he felt bad because he had to send that person away. He was done. It was over. And was the hug so bad that it made him realize that he just didn't like her enough? As he looked at that person's eyes, he realized they didn't need words. All kinds of things are best left unsaid anyway.

What was he supposed to say?

"I don't know. I know that's not a good answer, but it's honest."

And damn it, that sure felt good. Honesty. Impulse. Simple touches, smiles, hugs, physical contact. His skin against hers. The things he was starving for.

Relationships, more often than not, don't end the way they do in TV or the movies. Will they? Won't they? Then, they finally do! And they lived happily ever after. The End. Those great big romantic moments, they're great when they happen but they're not real.

This is not a movie moment. There is no happy ending to it. The only ending to it would be the choice. Either he takes a step forward or turn around and walk away.

07 November 2006

He misses you, us. And so she writes.

He asked me once,

"What happened to us?"

I just sat there and said,

"Who? Us? We're OK. Are we not?"

He meant us. You, me, and him.

We used to be good friends, you, me, and him. There was a time we were inseperable.

You, me, and him.

Then it was you and me, and him.

And we were still good friends. But you and me, we were better friends.

You & me, and him.

That, however, was only momentary.

A chapter told as it ended too soon.

'Til there was only you, and me and him.

'Til there was only me and him.

And now he misses you.

With us gone.

Soon, no one left but

You

Me

Him