Late night writing using the phone. Coco sleeping beside as she dreams of chasing birds in the yard. Her legs kick and she barks so softly. Sounds like a baby's hiccup.
I wonder how I move when I asleep. Woke up thinking of that lady. Finding myself feeling green again. Being close but not close enough. I wonder at times if I will find that love story,. I wonder if I'll find that person that wants to learn how to dance together. I'm sure it's just me setting super standards which no fan meet. Not wanting to get close knowing that at an instance I may be giving up my freedom. Feeling trapped. Maintaining a courteous distance do as not to get close. In probability that person I'm getting close to will be just "Someone I used to know"
Stupid as this may sound...I've grown accustomed to talking with her at length. The reason I'm writing now is to resist calling her at 3 in the morning. This want to be close and this fight to pull back. Fear that this road to travel is hard wrought and in the end only one hurt is yours truly. Given the countless anecdotal evidence that people change after marriage. I don't like being green right now.
Maybe I will try to get lost in some music
