Silence Speaks Louder than Words

So...

You do understand that in a little over 5 weeks, I won't be living on the same continent as you any more, right? That there will be half an ocean between us? That if you ever decide you do want to hang out with me, it will be impossible unless you come to me? That "someday" is about to become "never?"

I've tried, God knows I've tried. I've made myself available, I've volunteered to do all the traveling and visit you in your neighborhood, at your convenience. I've "put it out there" on numerous occasions. And do you know what response I've gotten? A big, fat nothing.

I love you, I do, but forgive me if I wonder whether you love me. I don't seem to be on your priority list at all. When we've been in the same place at the same time we've had great visits and you've said you want to hang out with me more, but when push comes to shove...

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

In just 25 days, my Harley will be at the port being loaded onto a ship; no more chances to ride together (something we've talked about for more than three years). In 39 days, I will be in Hawai`i; no more chances to get together and sit together and visit and laugh.

I miss you... don't you miss me?

That's what I thought.