An excellent question... With a devastatingly unsatisfying answer: circumstance.
We don't always get to choose who's close, and who's far
It's hard to sleep when you know that your love is suffering a world away from you. The powerlessness to comfort them... The crushing need to just kiss them and tell them that it'll all be alright... Even if you don't believe it. I miss the closeness.
I didn't want to remember. Remembering meant letting the pain continue to exist.
But I also didn't want to find out that I was in love with you. Being in love with you meant understanding the pain, validating it.
But I guess pushing away the facts was only ever destined to last so long.
If only life went the way we wanted. If only people did the things we wanted them to do. Maybe then the pain wouldn't have existed for either of us.
I can't run from the pain anymore, and it's not for lack of trying. My body wont let me.
So I suppose now I'll just sit here.
And hurt.
And remember.
It took me a long time to figure it out
But at least now I can say I know for sure
You didn't even have to touch me
You were almost amazed by that
I know I was
How could my body respond so strongly, without any contact?
It took me too long to learn, that it was never my body that wanted you
It wasn't my body leaning towards your hands, so close yet so far
It wasn't my lips that were aching to brush against yours
My body was only responding in the way that the intangible bits of my being wished they could
Because it was never my body you had that much control over
My body didn't want yours
My love needed yours
And in the end
That was what I couldn't resist
I hear her voice in every word you say
I feel her ghost in every breath you take
Will I ever love you that way
Whaaaaaaat? You mean to tell me that some people would rather just enjoy their money than deposit long-term in a bank that offers such low interest that the money's value literally depreciates??? Couldnt be, it's so valuable to hoard fiat. π
Such a big difference from only a couple weeks ago π
Another angle π

It's all just a roll of the dice, isn't it?
That's why I'm fortunate I have Hermes on my side β€οΈ

This was a thread, but it could've finished on the first tweet. When it comes to people with mental disorders, play it safe. Don't make promises. Save everyone the heartache.

Is the risk of burning your eyes too great to justify living a life in the sunshine? I suppose, for most, that's the decision they make. How painfully common.







