it is strange to me that you would come back in the middle of the night when i had just returned home. i was not expecting you. i was working hard to forget you.
you returned last night. you returned when i had given up on you. you were there and you did not dare speaking the words. i saw your face and wondered if that person could be you. i did not want it to be you, but you were not it, you were there, you were present, and you had returned.
i am not sure that i know how to accept you in my life.
this time, now that you have returned, all that i know is that it is not important to me. it seems important to you. i do not want promises. i do not want apologies. i do not even want you. i accept. i do not understand. i accept that i do not understand. and i do not understand you.
