I can\’t help but be me.
I like the idea of companionship. I want someone to be by my side. I want someone to be. Simply be. Someone I can turn to.
Tonight it is a full moon. A night bright with opportunities and potential. I saw someone I had been enraptured with while at Berkeley. I was just pulled toward his self-confidence, our joking manner, our slight subtle flirting ways. But now almost 2 years later, it\’s like we\’re just brother and sister. Just two people in this deep night–me helping him out moving furniture. Selling my bed, giving him the table. But ultimately what is it all to me. I helped him using my mom\’s crv. Two trips back and forth to Berkeley. I miss who I was. Accepting simplicity for the significant other. I want something more, but the times make it awkward and I am just waiting. Oh I am always waiting.
I am waiting for the right moment and if it doeesn\’t come? I am one without confidence. I am one seeking something that I want. I am afraid of touching and that causes me the trouble. I know some people so long that I am reluctant to cross that barrier again.