Sea of Strangers

by Lang Leav

You had me once— wild and willing; you wanted a lover who took you to the edge. Wasn’t it I— who gave you that feeling? A love that danced upon a ledge.

The things she asked for were so infinitesimally small, she felt as though she shouldn’t have had to ask.

Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you.

It was so easy falling into you again, like losing my place in a book and then retracing my steps back into the past, to find the part in the story I left off.

What happens after you feel everything there is to feel? Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.