i’m drawn to you. and i have been for a lifetime.
you must’ve been mine for lifetimes. i must’ve taught you how to read, or ride a bike, or cook, or run. we must’ve met on the streets of ancient rome, or in passing jericho, or selling you a car in london, or teaching you to fight in sparta, or closing your tomb in egypt. i must’ve been your person every single lifetime.
i was a precocious child. it’s a curse.
as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
another valentine’s day without you is another year of melancholy.
i never knew the concept of forgiveness would be so hard to grasp. but now i know that i can hold a grudge like a child. and in that melodrama i am proud.
i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.
my grief chases me. like a hunter and his very favorite prey. brutal, persistent, ruthless.