the unsaid
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read
i always left things unsaid
you and i were different that way
you told me everything that was on your beautiful mind
you would randomly blurt things out and we would laugh
the day you accidentally told me you loved me
it was three in the morning
(all of our best conversations were)
we were laying in bed, talking
our bodies were one
our breathe in sync
“i love you.” you told me
suddenly i wasn’t sleepy anymore
my heart and my mind raced
i was trying to think of the perfect thing to say
my brain was calculating the outcome of each possible response
i was too late
you had fallen asleep
the next morning i woke up with you gone
i can’t help but wonder if it was the unsaid that drove you away
i wonder if you would’ve stayed if i said “i love you too.”
