So... long story... last fall... ride... not fun. Counseling, help here, time, more time, I just can't let go. Part of me, a big part, says let it go and go. I try to saddle up and... I just can't do it. I can't ride. I haven't ridden in a year.
I'm not looking for a safe space, a pass, forgiveness... anything. Something though. I missed an opportunity to know a man. I fucked it up. And it haunts me. All the time.
I saw him. I looked at him in the eyes. Last gas stop. He was vaping. Thought about talking, but passed. He was too far across the pavement. It was too hot. I didn't know him. Next stop... he was gone. I hate me for that. Not all mistakes are made in corners. :dunno
I'm not looking for a safe space, a pass, forgiveness... anything. Something though. I missed an opportunity to know a man. I fucked it up. And it haunts me. All the time.
I saw him. I looked at him in the eyes. Last gas stop. He was vaping. Thought about talking, but passed. He was too far across the pavement. It was too hot. I didn't know him. Next stop... he was gone. I hate me for that. Not all mistakes are made in corners. :dunno