Favorable Hands
I should have hugged him more. Maybe hugged him tighter to let him know I'd miss him instead of pulling away. Written and re-written his goodbye letter to make it feel like it was just a 'see you later' note. Taken the time to be more vulnerable. After all I had nothing to lose. Why did I diminish his honest feelings with childish pranks? I hurt a little more knowing I hurt such a sincere soul. I placed my actual feelings in a box, tucked it away, and blazed through yours. Deep in my heart I don't know if I'll see him later. If I'll see his smiling eyes or the twinkle that comes with it when he laughs and the wrinkles crinkle around his eyes. I don't know if the distance will really separate my heart from him. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. Those who say it must have met a heart like mine. Lumps well up in my throat when I think about many missed opportunities. The time he offered me his hand for help and I deferred it to ...