How Can I say This?

Where do I start? 

With the feeling I got holding your house key in my hand, feeling the cold metal and knowing what kind of doors it could open.  The heavy keychain with your name in bold letters hanging from the ring, reminding me of what had once been. 

I found a key in one of my bags today and I can't figure out what it goes to.  I held it tight in my hand and pictured for just a moment it was the key you had meant for me to have.  To keep in case I changed my mind and decided to start things over. 

And you don't know it. 

You don't know that I think so much about the key that could open doors I don't know if I want opened, but I put a lot of thought into it anyways.  You don't know that I hold back saying what I mean to say and cover it up with things I want you to think I mean, but then again I don't. 

So where does it end? 

You told me today there was still something there for you, as well.  I didn't know what to say... We both know where that road goes and how steep the cliff is at the end of that road, no signs to give you warning. 

Where does it end?  Does it? 

We talk about ways to get around everything and how we'll talk about everything...everything.  Everything?  Will we really?  Will we talk about all of the feelings, upsets and happiness we used to bullshit about in the beginning?  Who knows if it will ever work out that way again. 

So lets put these masks on that we created with our words today and pretend this will all go away on its own...that time and distance and new love can really heal the wounds we left open. 

They say that time heals all, how much time will it take? 

Its been so long already...