By Crystal cwilkinson_85@hotmail.com
Date: 15 August 1999

For Mike---Between Friendship and Romance

Sometimes when I think of you a smile forms on my face,
at others, tears form in my eyes.
It's hard for you to understand,
how I can love you so much,
it's as also hard for me.
All I know is when I'm not with you,
I'm thinking of you.
How I long to be close to you,
and how I love the way you hold my hand at night.

I keep your picture in my room,
along with items accumulated over my past.
Sitting there collecting dust, 
right beside my pillsbury dough boy,
on the second shelf of my etagere.

I wonder exactly how long it will be,
before I'm able to let it go and store it in a box,
along with past love letters from the distant loves I've once had.

I used to just know we were meant for eachother,
now things are so very different and I cry when I look back,
at the way I felt and examine closely the way I feel now.

What happened to make me question my thoughts, feelings and myself?
Where did we or I go wrong?
Or is everything now exactly the way it should be?
Us apart of eachother and apart from eachother?