All good things must come to an end…
Thankfully, so must the bad…
All that’s left is the fateful step. And then, letting go…
I lie here, inches away from him. In the middle of the night. Hearing his every breath. Wanting to crawl into him, where I found such bliss.
How insensitive, how robotic can one get?
Why did I paint these colorful images in my mind? Was it necessary to come all this way, to have this realization?
Should I talk to him? Should I not? Does he know? Does he care?
Will I ever find another like him, but one who cares?
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