If You Want Me

I still hear his name in my prayers. I still regret the day I left. I still resent myself for not opening up and allowing him to say he was sorry for hurting me. Instead I shut him out of my life for pure happenstance. I wonder how I can recall a friendship that ended without chance of repentance. He is still the one I hold in high regard over others I treasure but do not hold dear.

He completed my needs and made me feel real and relevant. I mention this guy as a surprise to my insides that his name is one I often complain. I sit with my feet crossed and stretched out in front of me and my fingers tapping the keys of my laptop. I reminisce our friendship and offer another prayer up for patience that we will find our way back to each other.

Much love, my luv.