Voices in my head swing wildly back and forth between telling me I’m going to get what I want (a relationship with you) and that you’ll never see me again ever for the rest of our lives.
Frankly, I can’t buy into either of these camps.
Something is bound to happen, even if that something is just me, typing out the nonsense in my mind, into the void.
It sounds as if there are so many moving parts, so many people that are “in on it” that I’m personally not aware of on your end.
There’s always “someone else” that does this heinous thing being beamed into my brain, some other star crossed lover wrapped into the confusion of impersonation and personal perception.
Like I said before this, a long time ago now me thinks: I type so I don’t dwell on these thoughts and hearings longer than is necessary.
I’m hoping things work out in the end but I have no idea what thing it is that needs to be worked out.
Adios amiga.