Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Wish You Knew

I should have listened to you.

I should have listened when you said stop. But, I didn't because I thought it was what I wanted.  It wasn't.  But I didn't know that then.  It wasn't until much later that I learned it wasn't, and I didn't understand that you really did love me until that moment.

In a storybook, that would be it.  You would be my "didn't know what I had until I didn't have it anymore" story. You would be my relationship to learn from for the future. You would have been the friend I lost because I was too wrapped up in what I thought I wanted to understand what you were.

But, this isn't a storybook; this is life.  And when I figured it all out, you were still here. And you still loved me. And you were here to help me pick up the pieces and figure everything out, helped me to make it all make sense.. or as much sense as it could make, anyway.  And you're still here.

And you never said I told you so.  Well, maybe a little.  But I knew.  And you knew I knew. And that was enough.

I wish you knew just how much I meant when I said "thank you"...  for I do. And I just wish you knew.

Photo Credit: David Foster


  1. My thought is that the por of writing obvious fiction on your blog, it lets you write things like this which could fall either way. It is good.


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