To
be with him was almost like trying to be in love with a forest
– a vast and never ending safe haven to run and hide when
life became too complex. But no matter how well I thought I knew
my way around him, I was still somehow always perpetually lost.
And in trying to find my way, I discovered nothing more than an
overgrown, untamed emotionless heart at his center that was
harnessed only on a self-concerned need to survive. I went
unnoticed, merely a guest within the deepest confines of someone,
leaving only footprints as the only indication I was even
there.
jahn79* · 8 years ago
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I know the forest well. Even footprints get over grown.