| So This Won't Add Up to NothingI so badly want to believe you when you say it's different, you're different. I don't think you're the type to lie, but I thought that before, and these words and that situation all feel so familiar.
The rain, the table, the door, the people, the words, the assurances.
But it ended differently. Dare I say it ended better?
I realize now that my fears are of time. I see time running too quickly on every meter, and I struggle to grasp something, to brace myself for the bigger things that are inevitably coming my way. Every handhold turns to sand and slips through my fingers.
If you're afraid of time like I am, can you at least tell me so I can tell you that I've been scheming and maybe give us both some hope?
I don't want to lose it all with the summer.. |
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