Am I good to you?
I want to be, truly.
I'm constantly pushing and pulling on decisions. When I go —I go all the way, as far as I can because I don't know when I'll be able to do that again.
Is that normal?
Do I have to wait months to see you?
I don't want to — yet that's so hard to tell you.
I don't want to be a bother.
But I love to do it anyway.
Do you know what you do to me?
What I have done to me?
... am I good for you?
Do I make your day better?
Am I something to look forward too?
All these blurry memories I have yet you stick out the clearest and even then I want more.
Far enough that you'd have to go looking — but close enough to find it.
