I’m not expecting much this time around.
I know things aren’t going to be how they used to.
But at least we’re talking again…
It feels good, but I know not to get my hopes up anymore.
A small part of me wishes we could jump right back to how we were.
But in a way I’m happy seeing each other once in a while.
I don’t want us to get tired of each other.
I don’t want us to fight.
I don’t want you to get tired of me again and push me away.
I’m keeping my space this time, and not trying too hard.
I’m going to let you come to me first, instead of me come to you.
I’m going to go with the flow and be happy when I see you.
I know it’s different this time. But that’s okay with me.
As long as I get to talk to you again.
That’s all I care about.
That’s enough for me.