You discovered me when I was nothing-
just a faceless figure that moved involuntarily among hoards of people that resembled ants in a colony.
Scurrying about, focused on themselves and their insignificant purpose in life. You glanced up from your Hurley baseball cap, and grabbed my attention.
I noticed the barbed wire tattoo around your forearm.
It somehow made your muscles appear larger.
My weakness.----> Your broad chest and thick appendages.
But you made me feel alive.
My lack of eye shine and increased dependence was unattractive but baby, let's face it, this was never a romance anyway. It was a union of convenience for myself.
You weren't what I was looking for, in fact you probably weren't what anyone was looking for.
It only took me seven long months to discover that no one ever finds Cinderellas glass slipper and regardless of how many planet names I memorize, I will only recognize one.
One life is all I will ever have.
So regardless of how many 'ireallyneedyous' I hear, my answer is still the same.
“This is me, letting you go.”
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..from brevity to this..my mind is a blur
lol.......
