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@danya.zima
And in an instant it is over. All the time we spent together, a pool of years of memories on which I must close the door. My mind is cavern of echoes and sadness as I try to unlearn you... try to patch the holes you’ve left in my life... try not to miss the things my heart wants to miss. I try to un-see your face across the table from me, try to un-hear your voice calling me from across the room. The thought of starting over exhausts me. The fear that I will miss you forever haunts me. The looming presence of Regret ebbs at the corners of my mind, and I wish Peace would come knocking instead. I recognize my own childishly high expectations of love, I recognize the yearn for perfection that does not exist. I accept my own flaws and was willing to accept yours. But I crave more than the breadcrumbs of true love that you half-heartedly tossed at me, keeping me satiated for short bouts of time. I need only someone willing to meet me halfway... someone who will hold my heart in their hands and at least let me touch theirs in return. It was good... until it was not. I may never know at which point we crossed that bridge and took the wrong fork in the road, but it was crossed nonetheless. And it burned behind us. I loved you. I loved you for years and always questioned if you did... or ever would... love me back with the same intensity. I feel adrift without you, but writing brings me solace and friendships bring me comfort to brave the water. They say Time heals all wounds and Regret fades away... and so I hope.
drifting.
"Where are we going?"
Away from this. The want, the desire, the craving, the constant dragging and pulling for our need to be better. Why be better when we can be us? If we stay the same, and we're still happy, are we really stagnant? Do we need to improve if we're at the level we find comfortable? This place, this coliseum, against each other we find ourselves in a constant race to out-do the previous contestant. Why put others down for our own self interest and improvement? If those around us aren't improving because of us, is anything even moving? Are we at a stand still? Does it matter? Will it ever change? Could we leave if we tried?
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