postscript

even though perhaps that’s what i should do.

no

i haven’t heard from him – even after i wounded my heart and left it out in the rain for him. even after i sent him the message – even after all of this…silence still won it seems.

i’m a bit on the worried side again – it seems so unlike him – something he’s never done before – something that seems so foreign to him (silence with matters of the heart and of me).

a message was written today and i fear it had a pleading tone:

“tell me what’s going on…please?

elizabeth”

i deserve a response – an answer – something to let me feel again…

song lines in my head: “tell me i’m what your hands were made for // tell me i’m who your mouth was made for” (tegan + sara: ‘come on’).
feeling: missing him / always missing him / always remembering the feeling of his skin against my face / always remembering his arm around my waist / always remembering the softness of his lips / always.