I thought to myself, "If we can just talk again, everything is going to be okay." 
And so I talked to you. And it was friendly. 


And at first I'm relieved. 
I start to think, "Maybe it won't be so hard after all"
But something strange happens. 
The more we talk, the more muddled I get.


Everything's not as okay as I thought.
And I realize, I don't want to just talk. 
I want more than that. 
But I can't.


And that's when you've made an aching child out of me.