The heart, it hurts.
And such anxiety. Maybe it's the body rejecting the love it knows it can no longer bear.
The finality: I know I can't ever care for her in the same way, can never feel comfortable with her again, that there's no longer a possibility for us.
Loneliness, too.
And such anxiety. Maybe it's the body rejecting the love it knows it can no longer bear.
The finality: I know I can't ever care for her in the same way, can never feel comfortable with her again, that there's no longer a possibility for us.
Loneliness, too.
erinya:
sometimes you need to be alone...it's better...
