stoic
I will never understand how you were able to
move so seamlessly into a world without me.
you go through life as if i was never part of
yours, but i'm not sure i will ever be the
same. you came, changed everything, and
left all the while shamelessly unscathed by the
destruction you left in your wake. The place
you ran from when you entered mine was the
place you hurriedly retreated to, exactly
as it was before your departure. you lost
nothing when you left me, but when you left
me, i lost myself. i'm not quite sure if that
makes me envy your stoicism or pity it.
