To who do I owe the thanks for your ignorance of personal change?
To whom do I owe the late night curses I shared with the stars over your stupidity of love. Who hurt you along the road of learning how to commit?
I wish you understood how painful it is to see the person you love, the person you devote everything to spilling over with admiration for someone else. Someone you could never be, something you could only dream to obtain.
I wish you knew how irrelevant I find myself to you. I can't satisfy you. I can't appeal to you. I can't be the only person you're with. I can't be to you what you are to me. It's agonizing.
I wish you loved me as much as I loved you. I wish I could say I didn't want you to leave.
I wish I could say I didn't feel like a trap to you.
YOU ARE READING
Runaway
القصة القصيرةA record of all my writing (that I can find), as well as a rendition of what I can remember.
