Yes, you.
I was driving home a little more than an hour ago exhausted from a busy day. It was a really long drive from the other side of town, I wanted nothing more than to be asleep, but three different times I almost changed my mind about going home and considered driving to your house instead. I was going to drive to your house, call you from outside, and just hope that you would be willing to spend time with me. Perhaps it was all the Adele music on the radio, but while driving through the barely dark middle of the night I found myself wanting to be sitting next to you. Even more than that, I just wanted to show up at your door and tell you that you were right—I was thinking about something important earlier today. Alone in the car I realized that I regretted spending the few hours of time we had together earlier in the day trying to hold you at a distance. And now as I’m writing this, I really wish I would have just called and told you I was coming to see you.
Maybe tomorrow though…
Maybe tomorrow I will call and tell you everything that I didn’t tell you today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try to find a way to see you one last time. Maybe tomorrow I can start to give this friendship an actual chance.
