He left me here. He left to go out on a quick run. I'll be back! Don't leave the house, he smiled. Then he departed. I waited and waited. And now, I'm under the thought that he won't be coming back. He's gone. He's ran away from me. It was my fault. All of it. My fault. Perhaps I shouldn't have bugged him so much that day. Questioning, commenting, pestering. Just annoying. That's what I am.
At least, that's what I was.
I've changed so much. I just need somebody.
I need somebody. Somebody to sit next to me on cold, lonely nights.
I need somebody. Somebody to dance with.
I need somebody. Somebody to laugh and watch TV with.
I need somebody. Somebody to hold me tight when I wasn't awarded not even a bronze metal and the tears came pouring down my rosy cheeks.
I claim I need somebody, but the only somebody I will accept is him. I've pushed everyone away from me. I've put up a barrier of rejection. Maybe I should place a sign on it. It should say Nobody Allowed But Him.
He left to go on a run. That was all. He'll be back, I bet. Yeah, sometime soon. I'll greet him with open arms. I'll welcome him home even though he's missed 3 of my birthdays and 2 of his own. Tomorrow will be the third. Maybe I'll go out and look for him then. Maybe tomorrow, I'll snap. I'll finally go crazy and lose my mind. I'll break the rules.
I'll leave the house.
He'll probably be mad at me if I find him, but I'll take the scolding.
I wonder. Is he thinking about me?
Is he remembering the green streak in my hair?
Is he remembering the dance routines we've made together?
Does he even enjoy dance anymore?
Probably not. He always said that dance was his life though...
I think I'll wait another day. Just one more. My legs won't move, so I'll wait one more day.
Tomorrow will be his birthday.
He left at 20. Came back at 23.
Happy 23rd Birthday, Mo.