Why does longing beget longing? Or misery secure more misery? It gets worse each day, though I hide and fortify walls, I am, expectedly, fragile. Two lives so intertwined do not unlock. Stubborn knots have a better chance of being free! I am constantly assaulted and overwhelmed by my own emotion. Though I rationalize, I know deeper still that its farce.
I know what I know. And I love her unendingly.