Parts of me

Waiting for him has been a journey for me.. I don’t know what it is that keeps me here, but somehow he’s got it locked down. Like an old dirt road in a forest of trees that stretches endlessly into the night, it just goes on forever. 

Someday I hope to see the moonlight in a darkened sky and know there might still be hope for us.

Someday I hope to find that place inside myself and know that I will finally be okay.

I have decided that the parts of me that still need to be noticed are not real.

Or sane.

Or even necessary.

TBC

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