Odd How It Was So Easy For

Only A Weak Person Needed Someone Else Around All The Time.

There Were So Many People, So Much To Navigate, And As The Distance Fluctuated Between Us His Hand Kept Slipping, Down My Arm To My Wrist. And Maybe He Was Going To Let Go As People Pressed In On All Sides, But All I Could Think Was How When Nothing Made Sense And Hadn't For Ages, You Just Have To Grab Onto Anything You Feel Sure Of. So As I Felt His Fingers Loosening Around My Wrist, I Just Wrapped My Own Around Them, Right, And Held On

Despite Our Differences, We Did Have A History. No One Understood Where I Was Coming From The Way He Did.

I Had Stepped Into His Arms, Showing Him My Raw, Broken Heart.

It All Depends On How You Choose To Live It. It's Like Forever, Always Changing.