I'm haunted by a sadness in this heart of mine

I realized I don't know if I love you anymore. I always said I'd love you, but I feel like I'm moving and changing while you stay static.

I'm passing you by, my dear.

In some ways I still want us to work, want this whole crazy thing full of mistakes and anger and happiness and sharing and beauty to work. But in another, larger way, I feel like I've already lost you.


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