[No amount of sticky sweet smiles will convince the beloveds that you’re anything worth keeping around.]
How frank. Not to allow you any satisfaction in that, your intentions are much too blunt to truly pierce skin. But that feeling of growing distant, you somehow managed to capture well. 🍪
Yes, it is a sound concern. As we grow, we likely will go down different paths. I will likely stumble upon mine, as clumsy feet would have it. Our futures are uncertain, and hardly guaranteed to us.
The thought of finding a tear in our hanging portrait saddens me. The thought that these things I love could change, or likely will change. The thought alone frightens me, even if things were to change for the better. Odd, isn’t it? A world full of magic and wonder, it is something I am yet unaccustomed to. A world I do not feel I am a part of... to what extent could I be part of it, I wonder..
Then lies the thought that perhaps I am as replaceable as I have been told. These thoughts leave me with empty feelings; and though they have numbed, I find that they weigh in my mind from time to time. All of these words are hardly scratching the surface, but I find them hard to communicate. At least with this, the feelings are lighter.










