Until It Scars
Sometimes I wonder if you think about me in the same ways I think about you. I wonder if we are thinking about each other at the same time. You know when I walk downtown I get so anxious thinking Iâll run into you that it dictates how I walk and dress. But you know something else? You are broken, and I am broken, and what we have between us, is broken. But you and I can heal our brokenness. What we had will always be broken. You know why? You know why, and you can feel it, because what weâre doing right now isnât healing what we broke. We are letting it sit there and we are waiting to get used to the pain. This time we are spending apart is so necessary but entirely useful in pushing us away from each other. I am just beginning to come to terms with this being the normal for us. With us picking at a wound until it scars.
