Leather-bound Love Stories, by a Hopeless RomanticAway from the West…
She said, “seeing is believing.” Well, it’s a good thing she always lies. I don’t want to believe my eyes when confronted with the truth. She said, “Hun, we’ll be alright. Let’s just get past this. I love you and you love me too, that’s all that matters. We can push through anything.” Can we push through anything?
See, lately nothing to me’s true. Not my alarm clock’s buzzing me awake when I don’t wake to you, but I can promise that I’ll never let myself wake up to you. Of that I’m certain. I know it’s true.
Oh, and I’m sure “he means nothing to you, too.” Know how I know? Because I’ve been there, behind the wheel of my car hoping I could gain the strength it takes to just let go. Let the wheel spin where it may and let my car go where it will, because I’m pulling away from West, toward darkening skies as the sun sets behind me. I’m leaving you.
