You were my escape in the past. The one thing that made me feel special. Feel happy. In those horrible months.
You were always there for me. To tell me I was beautiful and everything you ever wanted. To treat me right. To love me.
And I pushed you away. Though you didn’t try hard to get me back.
I like to think that I was your escape too. Your special someone to love you forever.
We escaped to each other once after I left. During Christmas break. And I left again thinking of it as a mistake. Never knowing your after thoughts. I pushed you away.
And now I need an escape. You. I miss you. I guess you’ll always be my escape. But do you even want that? Can I be your escape again?
I don’t even know why I need you. My life as I know it isn’t horrible like it used to be. And yet I still want you. Please tell me you’ll do it.
Be my escape and I’ll be yours.
March 31, 2010 1:24 A.M.
The funny (or ironic, depending on how you look at it) thing is, I still feel the same way…
2010-11 (c) Jennifer Gioia