running away and running back

so here's the deal.

i fly back to my island to get away from you. i try my hardest not to think about you, or look at things that remind me of you. i tell myself that things are better the way they are. i read and re-read the letter i sent. i convince myself that i you and i don't make sense together.

but then when things are botched up at work, when i just want to sit on the floor and throw a tantrum, when sadness fills me, i think about when i last felt happy, safe and secure. your face is the first thing that comes to mind. feeling your hands clasping mine, your arms around me, your gentle but protective hugs.

i still want to be your assistant, groupie, confidant, advisor, career counselor, isaw buddy, masseuse, friend, lover.

though i fly away, i will always come back to you...c

email me! missymisbehavin08@yahoo.com