My brother calls me, out of the blue, for a good chat. Twenty-five minutes flew by me while we talked, keeping it light. Then he mentions his girl and him, how they were doing. How good he is to her, how much he desires her and how truthful he wants to be for this innocent young lady. He opens up his crazy world to her, and his eyes only on her. While he proudly talks about her, I reflect upon my relationship and how I wished how it was, though it was not. Eyes were not on me, desires were elsewhere, thoughts up in cloud 9. I cheerfully congratulate my brother as the insides of me crushes. We hang up and my world kept tumbling, and crumbling apart...
Why?
No comments:
Post a Comment