A Contrast

i wrote this a while ago, modeling the style of an author i love.
so yeah, it's dramatic. get over it. =]


to someone i hate, well, supremely dislike:

I wonder what would happen if we saw each other again. Would you turn tail and bolt away from me in a flat-out sprint? If you did, would I chase you just for the chance to give you a piece of my mind?

If for some reason you didn't run, what would we say to each other? Nothing cordial, I know that. Would I yell and scream and stamp my feet in anger? Would you try to pretend that you were clueless and innocent?

Maybe it would be best if we didn't find out.


now, to someone i love:

What scares me the most about seldom seeing you is the forgetting that naturally follows. Love is in the details, right? It's sad for me to think that if we maintain this safe distance, I might forget where you're ticklish, or the shape of your mouth when you smile, or the prickle of your unshaven facial hair when we kiss.

Maybe my absence hits you when you least expect it; when you're laughing at a joke I would enjoy, or feeling the warmth of another girl's hand in yours.

I know you miss me, but do you wish I could be with you?
I miss you so much, all the time. But that's not enough to make you mine.