why do we hurt the people we care about most?
words that have followed me my whole life, like a ghost in a closet. this week has been a good one for the most part. i’m with a great girl, playing music with my best friend, and this summer sun is shining brighter than it has in years.
i’ve come to the realization that i drink too much. when i do this i become someone i’m not, someone i’m not proud of, someone that makes too many excuses for his own good…and i’m over it. i have some really great things going on in my life that mean much more to me than getting blasted every other night. you are one of those great things. you make me smile. you make me happy. you’ve helped me feel something that’s been missing for quite some time.
the weeks are long, but my weekends with you are what i look forward to the most.
It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment…the moment that could’ve changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me…but, damn, you smell good — like home. And you make excellent coffee. That’s got to count for something, right? Call me.