Post by TKei on Nov 18, 2012 23:48:56 GMT -5
I write this now, knowing you probably will not read this, or ever get the chance. But to my heart, the fact that I have said it now is enough to end every other unheard word, and unsent letter. Ten years I chased, and have only recently let go. I let go of something which seemed too precious to hold. A fragile diamond too heavy to hold. So before I could take, I loosened my grip and let go. So you, the first, have disappeared.
And to you, the second, a different story. A short chase, for now, which confuses me constantly. One moment, a tight grip by the hand, then suddenly slipping through your fingers. Constantly turning, as if to shake me off, while tightening your grip, as if to hold on. Can you decide? Will you decide? Will pride cause me to let go, or will hope keep holding forever?
The third, still a mystery. I have so few words for you. You chase and hold, and I know not who I am here. But until fate ends the story of the second, I will not know your place. Hold for now, if you wish, but I won't blame you for letting go.
And to you, the second, a different story. A short chase, for now, which confuses me constantly. One moment, a tight grip by the hand, then suddenly slipping through your fingers. Constantly turning, as if to shake me off, while tightening your grip, as if to hold on. Can you decide? Will you decide? Will pride cause me to let go, or will hope keep holding forever?
The third, still a mystery. I have so few words for you. You chase and hold, and I know not who I am here. But until fate ends the story of the second, I will not know your place. Hold for now, if you wish, but I won't blame you for letting go.