Sunday, November 30, 2014

I don’t like that you take care of me, that you drive me home, that you cling to me, that you treat my family and friends nicely.

I don’t like that I have your full attention when I talk, that you look into my eyes when you speak, that you remember most of the things we talk about even though I forget 80% of them.

I don’t like that you never come late, that you have your own way of doing things, that you easily go along with people, that you treat strangers fairly enough.

I don’t like that you are persevering, wise, humble.

I don’t like that you are never afraid to show who you really are.

But to end this month, I’d like to be a little more honest with the universe and myself. I don’t like every little thing that you do and every fiber of your being because I know...that they are matches once lit, could ignite a spark that would burn a bridge strongly built.