Pieces & Longing
She types and deletes the text.
Her heart says, “What the heck. This is what I feel.”
Her brain says, “You know better.”
But does she?
Know better, I mean.
Doesn’t the heart want what the heart wants?
So why does she have to care about the consequences?
She misses him.
She misses the cute and silly.
Oh they were so silly together.
She misses the safety; how he saw all of her and still thought the world of her.
He may have loved her more than she loved her.
Or was that just a fragment of her imagination?
Or did she know he loved her before he knew it himself?
How else does she explain him choosing another simply because the other was there?
Does that make sense?
She was left with the pieces to pick when he left with very little notice.
One day he was hers and the next…
That’s how she felt.
And so she keeps having these moments,
Where she misses him it hurts.
And those are the days, like today,
When it’s a battle between her heart and mind.
The battle between doing what’s right and what feels right.
She waits to see who will win…
xo,
moulding beauty