A lot of things are one-way. Maybe there’s one way to do something. A one-way street. A one-way door. A one-way conversation. A relationship. A friendship.
Sometimes I get too caught up in things to realize it’s one-way. I got too caught up in YOU to realize it was one-way. Too caught up in the nice words you said. Too caught up in the things I wanted to hear. Our plans. I initiated conversations. I sent packages. I asked for phone calls. I asked for Skype calls. I MOVED 1000 MILES AWAY FROM HOME.
All for you to tell me that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. That maybe we should be just friends. But not just friends…oh heavens no. Special friends. You know…the kind that don’t talk. The kind that don’t see each other. Don’t hang out. Don’t communicate.
Looks like I was traveling down a one-way street with a dead end.