By Niki
Date: 27 January 1998

Comfort Level

You said we couldn't break up.
It was a comfort level.
It was a forgiving, understanding relationship.
It was a relationship in which we took each other.
For granted, that is.
You know me better than anyone;
 but do you really know me?

We reached the comfort level.
The level where questions cease to exist.
 And answers are assumed.
I never told you my dreams.
I told you where I was going, what I was doing;
 today, tomorrow, 10 years from now.
But I never told you my dreams.
My motivation in life.
You never knew what truly makes me happy.
  And you never asked.