lelowi
When I first started, I hated sailing. It was compulsory for me to do and I hated the water. It's ironic because I now have a real yearning for it. Just to be on one of those all white sailing boats in the bay on a summers day. To go anywhere. To sail to France and even Australia would be a dream. The possibilty of going into the distance to the never ending sea and to simply
sail
away.
I'm doing the best I can. You're upset and I come running; you need a hand I come running. But I can see through you and I know that you don't like me. Kill 'em with kindness...and then they might finally understand me.
You always had the upper hand. Never me, never we. Always you. I pray that she realises what she's got herself into. Your ego's the only other half in your world. And you don't even have the modesty to admit it.
A lot's happened since you left. I'm now learning how to breathe. I'm now becoming older, more mature. And I still wonder if you think about me.
I haven't spoken to her in years. Too long to be specific. It would be a cliche to say how different we now are, yet so similar to our 10 year old counterparts.
My nan. My best friends. Him. How could they have been so close to me, close enough too touch, but not know where they are now?