I wonder if he ever takes a trip down the memory lane like I do. Our bitter sweet memories!
I wonder if he ever reflects on our relationship like I do. Our fading connection!
Is it the length of seperation or is it the constraint of time? What is it that is slithering into our little abode of love?
It is chaotic. It is strained. It is disturbing.
He is always distracted. He is always occupied. Sparring no moment to stare into my soulful eyes.
I believe he loves me the same if not more. Yet I yearn for his augmented care and passion. Yet I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame. A fatal attraction!
After all these years, nothing has changed. He is still my confidant. He is still my alter ego. He is still my inamorato. The sole thing that changed is his heart!
I rant forever. I react inordinately. Still, he never heeds to comprehend the vehemence of my emotions. We are not on par. We are not on the same page. Nevertheless, I will continue to linger on by his side. For he is everything that I am not! And he is not perfect but he is all I want!
“AND I’D CHOOSE YOU; IN A HUNDRED LIFETIMES, IN A HUNDRED WORLDS, IN ANY VERSION OF REALITY, I’D FIND YOU AND I’D CHOOSE YOU.”
-The Chaos Of Stars