Love letter # 146

This may surprise you. I wanted to. Ached to do so. But I just couldn’t. Didn’t. Too many barely healed wounds. The heaviness of history. Net result: I was rooted to the spot. Not able to form the words, nor make the move.

Easier to walk away and have you wonder what planet I’m on. Better that you think I’m weird or, God forbid, nice.

Most likely you believe I was afraid you would say no; but that wasn’t it. It’s yes that scares me.

I wouldn’t even know where to begin with someone like you – let alone contemplate the soap opera of separation.

So, in the end, my desire for you would not have been enough, and to foist it upon you would have been selfish. Simply the fix of your kiss, and all the unmending that would surely follow.

Because there is no such thing as no strings – not when the heart is involved.

And mine is.