subject line: what do I want?

 

Looking At The Stars

It’s my birthday in three weeks.... You keep asking me what I want. Honestly, I want to know how you feel about me.

I want your unsolicited, unfiltered thoughts on the whole situation. I want you to offer your opinion to me, because quite frankly, I’ll never have the strength to ask you. I want you to be real. I’ve been trying to be open about it as best as I can be, but you’ve been a brick wall. A kind of silence that’s unbearable. Maybe you’re protecting me and our friendship. Then again maybe not.

When you ask me what I want for my birthday I’ll probably give you a safe answer. A bottle of wine, a game night, maybe even a book. I know I won’t tell you the truth.... but maybe, just maybe you’ll read my truth on here.