A few months have gone by since I wrote that passage and Undoubtedly I feel as though everything we have ever been through since, is the reason we are the people we are today, Circa June two thousand and Twenty Two, how far we've come. A blessing or a curse I choose to accept her with every bit of baggage she comes with, a present choice i still choose to make today, how ignorant of me. Inflicting harm upon myself in order to please her... they say "ignorance is bliss", but I feel it reads the same backward.
"A romantic readyness such as i have never found in any other person and which is not likely that I shall ever find again" – F Scott Fitzgerald. Sinking in this pool of what we call a relationship, never seeking for salvation, i am lost in whatever it is, that this is…
And I'm fine with that.
De-nile is what I am in… sinking, swimming, drowning I’m not sure what exactly I was part taking in but what i can say is I was going deeper, to the inner most parts of her heart she has scars much deeper than the eye can see.
But that’s a story for another day.
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Circa : The Entries
RomantizmA very metaphorical & descriptive (aswell as narrative, as it may seem to be diary entries) short story about the journey of a boy and a girl falling in and out of love. The ups and downs of how everything went from his perspective. Written througho...
