grasping at straws
Kat :: 9:58 pm…and I know it. Irrational and stupid, maybe, but when she said that she didn’t like tattoos, for a moment my heart lept. It’s one more reason why she doesn’t, shouldn’t, can’t belong to you. One more small incompatibility, one more petty irritation that maybe maybe maybe someday will add up into a big mess of annoyance and build up to the breakdown and the end.
Not a deal-breaker by itself, no, of course not. But you left me over things I was willing to try to do for you. And I like tattoos.
Tiny, slender thread of hope. All I have, now.
When I am alone I cry and beg the goddess or God or whoever it is that’s pulling the strings for solace, for a miracle. For you. I belong to you and I always will. Whether you will have me or not, it doesn’t change the beating of my heart.