What is it with this push and pull? The waxing and waning? Why can’t we keep apart? What is the pull that keeps us deciding to be together? When, of course, his mind is made up and we will not always be together.
He doesn’t believe that I understand. I do. But even with the understanding, I can’t find any solace. It hurts. It hurts to know all that is beautiful and good about him, all that is lovely and strong, all that I want to hold in my hands and keep safe; he wants to take and give away to another.
I wish I were the moon. Cold and distant. Far from Earth. Moving and revolving into something different with each day, but still the same and timeless. Perhaps then I would find some solace in this ache of mine.
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