It's 1:11 and raining for the first time in California since I've been back. Rain now reminds me of Chicago, and all the feelings I had there. I'll leave my window open tonight and sneak low under the covers, tucking myself in to keep the chill out.I've made such a mistake. California does not feel like home.
I know these feelings aren't going to change, but I don't want to put scars on your heart resembling the ones on my own. I don't want to tell you the truth, because I know what it feels like when your heart breaks. Maybe this is why I'm always fleeting here or there, avoiding all that I don't want to say. Life is much easier without all these words between lovers.
