• My percussionist

    by  • June 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    Dear percussionist,

    It breaks my heart when you talk about her. It breaks my heart when you are hurting. It breaks my heart to know that no matter what I do or say, you and I will never be able to be together.

    I love talking to you, and I love hearing what you have to say about the world. I find your opinion very interesting and relevant, even if it’s dismal and occasionally hard to agree with. I love staying up too late to talk to you, even if we don’t always talk. I love asking you too many questions, even if the answers make me sad.

    I just wish you would let her go. I know it’s hard to do, but you have to try. I know you don’t want to forget about her, but it’s better if you do. You could be happy. You could smile that brilliant smile. You could love me like I love you.

    My percussionist, your heart may be Missing In Action, but I want to keep it for you anyways. My percussionist, your eyes may be hiding behind tinted glass, but I love to see them anyways. My percussionist, you may be thinking of her, but I’m thinking of you.

    My percussionist, I think I love you.

    Love, your one and lonely.

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