I’m not going back. I’m not going to keep hurting myself by finding an emptiness that overwhelms my already vacant heart. I drive to my part of town, and all I think about is one of those times when your silence led me nowhere, but than you revealed you had actually driven to my coffee shop. You had made a choice to come and find me, to surprise me, you said you needed me.
So if you do, you’ll have to find me on your own, because it hurts too much to hope.