I cried again.
Every night I lie awake and cry whenever I think of you; whenever I think about what’s happening between us—if it can be put that way. And it’s not because of the same superficial reasons—although they take up a small percentage. It’s because in the back of my head, I know where this leads.
It’s happening again.
I’ve witnessed this before.
And I’m watching it again.
And maybe what’s stifling about it is that I can’t do anything about it.
I could only watch me lose myself again.
I’ll watch you fade away like an apparition.
Do nothing, do something, either way I’ll lose you.
And I could only watch.
I could only watch.
Fate. Very cruel that thing.