…it occurred to me how entrancing it was relating to an idea that I once lived. An idea I once lived in, and continue to live through.
It’s an association with some of the most intrinsically unique gestures that continue to pique at the very peak of my cerebral understanding.
A tune, that erupts a point of view I once shared about you, with you and now alone. There’s something about a perspective that just doesn’t give you the full picture of a moment.
…it occurred to me how vulnerability is worn and internalized when I exposed myself to the inconsistencies of your past and now the memorable frequency of your soft beautiful voice.
How could I exist within two lives when I only shared one side with you? How could I live and dream a reality that remains multifaceted and hidden by untapped into desires and confessions? How could I let go when my heart syncs into the tone that you embody to metastasize our bond?
At the very core of where I’m coming from is my reason for moving on. At the end of my pain is this sound that guides me through your apology and my defiant, quiet weaknesses.
At the very end of my silence, is my heart used as a door that you’ll never walk through.
I love you.