He was my almost more. An idea, a hope, a reach in the dark. It wasn’t until my fist closed around emptiness that I realized I was grasping for him. And that’s what makes my eyes sting with regret. He pushed me to light, to burn, only to douse me with ashen deceit. I’ve taken it personally, and I probably shouldn’t have, but you can’t reason with feelings. They do what they want, forcing you to endure. All you can do is grit your teeth and take it, hoping that time will dull it down. Please let it dull down.
