I know you’re hesitant, lost in quiet logic. I know you play out our conversations in a loop. I hear the echoes too. They haunt me when I’m trying to sleep. It’s really kind of a drag at 3 AM.
Objectively, however, after I’ve mulled over our discussions like a glass of reserve wine. I always come to the same conclusion.
I feel as though we were two lines in a vast space running paralell & somewhere along the way our lines got close enough to graze. The force being greater than us- drew closer with every passing day, until the edges intertwined and curved towards the other. Connected, the lines formed a circle.
Do you understand now?
That is our story.
The story of completion in black disarray.