October 22, 2011
I'm sorry that it has to be this way. I wish I could be the person that you want me to be without sacrificing the person that I'm glad I am. If only a sort of mitosis could solve it all, a bifurcation of my being to fulfill our divergent desires. One sticking point of asymmetry, though - the human heart. So you can't say that I never tried because I have the scars to show for it - but it's killing me without fixing you. Just close your eyes and let me disappear into the night. Maybe in the next life.