Empty Bar Stool

  You can only get so close. Once you get past a certain point, I’ll shut you out. I suddenly become a different person. Stand-offish. Short. I don’t mean to. I don’t want to. It’s a knee jerk reaction. Suddenly you’ll realize that I’m not that person you thought I was. It’d be easier if it were true. Deep down you’ll know I’m putting on a show but you won’t be able to figure out why. After several instances of me denying that I’ve changed, you’ll start to believe it all. The phone calls will stop, as well the texts. Our only form of communication will be the “random” visits of facebook pages. You’ll want to call, but won’t, hoping I will make the first move. Which won’t happen, I never do. You’ll start to tell your friends and family what I’ve done, or in this case, what I haven’t done. Titles like ‘the one’ will be replaced with ‘asshole’ and ‘jerk’.

  For the next day or two you will try to occupy your time but you’ll always come back to that one thought, ‘what did I do wrong?’ Don’t worry though, you didn’t do anything, but you'll never know that. How could you know that one of my biggest fears is being hurt or that commitment comes in a close second? Everything that went wrong was merely a defense mechanism. But all this happens for what? Love?

  So to answer your question, yes, I do mind if you sit next to me. Because I will make you laugh, and I’ll probably say something you want to hear. You may even sleep with me tonight. We will hang out a couple of times, we may even date. You'll take me home to meet your parents and they will love me because, lets be honest, I'm incredibly charming. You'll bug me to meet my parents, which won't happen. After a couple months you'll get that 'I love you' feeling. But it won’t last long.

  You can only get so close.