Sweet Freedom.

"So where have u been baby?"
said his passive tone, for he had known that I had ran away from his calls again, but did’nt want to admit it.
My voice squirmed for air, but I could’nt breath I had to face him and tell him to let me out ...of us.
"I’ve been just doing me..." I struggled... and then went silent......my pregnant pause said more than my words.
He knew that I was doing it again. That I was running away from his heart... that I was pulling away.. trying to find my freedom.
"Listen Dennis, If you don’t know if you want to be with me, just let me know. I can give you your freedom"
I sighed, and my words replaced my tears and began to drop like rain..
" I..don’t ..think...it’s .. the ...right... time... for ... me.. to... be.. with... you."
I exhaled..
" I...did’nt... think... that.. I ... would... feel... this..way..about ...us...."
I exhaled again...
"I...Think ... I...just ....want ..to ..be single.... and ...i’m sorry... for....ev..er..ry...thing...I ...put...you...through."
"It’s ok". he said.
"We can be friends" he said.
with no questions... no plees....The man I love...set me free.. giving me the dominion to do whatever i want again. But oneday later as I woke up from a sleep that echoed his voice from every angle in my mind, I realized that my new found freedom came with an exspensive price; longing. I am free, I am wishing for the man I love, and there is nothing sweet about it.