Why is it that I get so inexplicably sad when you distance yourself? You’re human. You need your space. I understand that much. I’m the same. Though it’s different—somehow.
Is it because I’m watching the last hope, my final expectations of whatever potential we had die? Over and over again. Like a flickering candle drowning itself in wax that once kept it aloft. Swift and slow all at once. A moment that lasts an age and a lifetime.
I miss you.
I want to see you.
And I wished you felt as strongly as I did—as I still do.