~~~amplitude~~~
9:59 p.m. x 2005-08-10
It's no suprise that's he'd be the one to pull me out of the hiatus.
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I wish I could offer him the comfort he needs, but I'm not her and I won't act like I know the situation. All I can do is offer meager jokes and hand stroking while his wounds ache for the salve that is her.
It's so hard for me to fit my feelings into eloquent, flowing rows of text, because it feels like a rush of relief and pain. Fire and Ice.
Even though we didn't speak often, it doesn't mean he doesn't cross my mind.
"...because every song reminds me of you
...because every memory cuts
...because no one knows me the way you do
...because I understand you in between the lines"
Somehow I always felt we tuned into the same wavelength, just for me and him. Where others just get gray static. Even with the timelapse, every word he speaks is a crisp signal.
Although he's still my hero, I hope one day I'll be his again.