The closer I feel to you, the further I feel from myself.
Searching for something I don't know.
Keeping my watchful and trained eye focused on something I might never find.
A burning and meaningful way of being loved, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The kind that makes you ache when it's not around and long for its touch again.
Have I never seen this before, or had I not appreciated it when it was within my grasp? Did we have this, and now it's gone?
If it's gone, is it gone for good?
Are we hopelessly bound together, or are we hopelessly in love, just searching for a way back to what we once had?
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
The closer I feel to you, the further I feel from myself.
Searching for something I don't know.
Keeping my watchful and trained eye focused on something I might never find.
A burning and meaningful way of being loved, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The kind that makes you ache when it's not around and long for its touch again.
Have I never seen this before, or had I not appreciated it when it was within my grasp? Did we have this, and now it's gone?
If it's gone, is it gone for good?
Are we hopelessly bound together, or are we hopelessly in love, just searching for a way back to what we once had?
