i’ve tried to stop loving you.
I thought of all the bad things I could, even the worst.
I have been loved, I have.
the stars told me once.
somehow, that feels lonelier than anything I could have said.
though we’re apart, you still hold a special place in my hand. a silken hand. maybe two.
now I have something to love for a little while.
I don’t want to, but I want you.
and all the while it’s killing me.