Why do we feel like we must do it all? Why do we try to do the things others do, when we can just do what we do best, and leave the others to themselves?
Why can’t you just let me do what I do, and you do what you do? Let’s both do what we both do best, for ourselves.
An open invitation that has an expiry date. They do exist. You think that you are always welcome, but there will be a time and a place where that line will be crossed… and when it does, the relationship will shift, it will change, and suddenly, you won’t feel so special anymore.
I get it. We screwed up. We know the line that didn’t exist before, actually DOES.
How strong can a relationship be, when the slightest of slights, can affect the main tree? What does it say of others, and ourselves, when we let these things get in the way of something true, something good, something real?
I am sorry.
Does distance really matter? Why must it be so hard to catch up? Why are there always excuses? You go to the ends of the earth for some, and others, will give you their slated, default response, and you must accept it.
Accepting it, hurts. Because you know there was a time, when they would have flown with their own non-existent wings to see you.
Why are you not here?