s.o.o.n._t.o._b.e.
Clearly it was my fault. An irreversible mistake, like cooked can never be uncooked, as simple as that. Even if the source is identified and removed, it has an indirect link to remind its existence.
I believe I’ve loved a person so much that it hurts to love myself.
A relationship. An endurance. A challenge. Or a few challenges. will the distance be extended? Is there a pit-stop? Is the an end point? Is there a winner?
Am I afraid of losing? As little as I wanted to admit, insecure to stay and handicap to move. Be it rewarding, I did the opposite. Be it confining, I did the unanticipated.
I hate to do this. I hate to say it to your face. You have unresolved issue. With your identity. With yourself. Deal with it or seal this start. Physically I am developing. Mentally I am exhausting.
Maybe the found has lost. Or maybe the lost has never been found.
I need a compass!
