Roboter... if you EVER do find this...
...where... where are you?
We haven't talked in days. It seems almost like forever, the last time I told you I loved you. But now, I don't know where you are... you won't tell me anything. I don't know what to do... because you're what stands in the way of an otherwise good week. Hell, I've been looking forward to this weekend...
Today, busy day at work. And yet everything went so well. I wish I could tell you all about it. But... no... not a single word from you.
Tomorrow... I'll be a Daughter of the King. I'll be bravely wearing my Cross of the Order. I might even take pictures. I...
I want to tell you all about this. But... I can't, because you won't let me.
This little Captain's life is at a quiet standstill. I went through so much, sacrificed as I could, to scrape time for us. And now... oh, I have time.
I HAVE TIME.
But now... I don't have you. Why...
why?
Was it something I said, something I did? Did Siren, that jerk... did he say something, did he do something? Did something happen? I don't know... I DON'T KNOW. And I can't fix whatever happened--if it can even be fixed--because you won't let me. Because I don't know.
*sigh* I don't know what to do... as this is now the one matter that brings down an otherwise joyous occasion such as tomorrow.
So, that all being said, I will put matters this way:
I am done worrying. Unless you want to see me cry, half-sickened to death just because of a good long time of silence. I have things to concern myself with, and the few friends who DO know of this, because of my being able to let them know of such... they are now the lifeline that you once were.
If you want to talk, I don't care what it's about, you have my number.
I feel better now, saying what needs to be said. Roboter, I don't know what's going on... I wish I knew. I wish you'd tell me. But since you won't... and because I've tried time and again, all in vain, to get a hold of you... then I will not press this further. Whenever you need me, you know where I am.
I'm sorry. And I love you.
~ me
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[What goes down in the Underground...]
Mondays start the new workweek. Wednesdays tend to differ, depending on if I need to work or not--usually I'm off, and usually visiting "Uncle" Joseph. Thursdays is the Daughters of the King meeting night. Fridays and Saturdays are normally hectic--never the same drama twice. Sundays = Church day. I update the blog accordingly, with a rant or two, the occasional music post, and sometimes the most random nonsuch.
So stay tuned, because things are fixing to get interesting... and, save your forks--the best is yet to come...
~ me
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