The book of faces.

And today, you come bursting back into my life. The noise is amazing.

But somewhere along the way, I began to like the silence, the mail-by-post.

The cups of tea without wondering what you were doing with all our friends.

I guess you could say I stopped caring.

I stopped becoming restless. Well, almost. The restlessness became shorter though, more bearable.

You became a side-note, instead of someone we once all assumed would be with me constantly.

Now, someone I don't actually need.

And now you are back. I'd say I don't want you, but the fact is, I thought about you, almost every day you were gone.

Lesser and lesser though.

You could say I found life while you were gone.

I found the unmistakable certainty of a heart, larger than mine, desiring all of me, the good and the bad.

I can say now that I don't need you.

If you were to go away, I wouldn't miss you.

The overwhelming noise. The unnecessary wondering.

I find I can't handle it as well now.

I like the space you left. I like the silence.

The ten per cent of the three hundred and sixty five days.

I think we should just stay friends. Distant, rather than constant.

I just don't want things to go back to the way they were.





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