Monday, April 4, 2011
i'm not needy. i'm not a pest. i have tons of other people i could be spending time with. i could be doing a million other things. but the truth is, i'd just rather be doing them with you. i'd rather be talking to you. holding you. touching you. being close, to you.
space to me is like sitting in a dark hallway. an abandon elevator. in a box...all alone.
staring at my phone. waiting, wanting, needing it to ring. hoping for a text, email, tweet..something. i can respect your need for space. your need to talk, see, do things with others. i know i don't have a monopoly on your time. i just wish that you wanted to spend your time with me, the way i want to spend my time with you.