“You tried?” I looked her in the eye and smiled, “My girl, you must understand that fear is not some product that I made. It crept unwelcome in my head the day they had her torn away.
IT CHANGED ME.
Now at the end of everyday I lie awake night and wait, to feel the wires of my brain get cut and quietly rearranged, and hear my beaten heart exclaim, ‘Still, I refuse to let her go’. So we escape to our mistakes for they wait patiently for us. Oh, how they always wait for me.