She makes it sound so easy... Just talk to her, let her know how you feel. Share your dreams. Come to a compromise. But then again what if she doesn't want to talk about it? Just carry on as it is?
Every time we sit down and I begin the topic, she runs. And I let her know it bleeds. But she says I think too much. Do I?
And so I finally sat her down. Turns out there are more uncertainties that we anticipated. She says let it be, but for how long? How long can we numb our hearts from the pain? How long before the blood drips dry from this bottle of 'feeling'
*excerpts from the Longest Minute on the Cutty Sark
