making any decision regarding your life’s path stings with the pain of stress, but when you have someone by your side to take that sting away, it’s not so bad anymore. it actually seems worth it; maybe even possible.
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
constricted by doubt, frightened by heartbreak which parts of my life are easier to put at stake?
there’s no easy way to part paths with someone, whether you it’s happening now or bound to happen eventually.. the ache of departure stings just as much now as it ever will. there’s no escape.