He has until he turns 30. That’s why, May.

That’s why I’m sad. It’s in another person’s hands.

And what if what’s mine, is this secret love that I can never have, can never talk about.

One where everyone knows, but no one talks about it.

Because of the trajectory I lived, I have to accept what’s mine.

I assumed it would be a partner.

But what if it’s the love that is mine? What if in it’s purest, most honest form, that’s what it is,

and that’s just the situation?

Yes, I completely understand why. He has a history with her. He has a life with her. He has an entire network, an entire world. It’s not just two people.

And with me, he has love.

And it’s mutually exclusive to his love for her.

What then? What do I believe. That the right thing to do is face the reality of truth. And make art from it. Or decide I won’t accept it?

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It’s a maze, and then a well and then a door and then a lock. And a code that forms enigma. And when you find yourself on the other side, in the world that’s reflects this one, it’s just a girl who can’t sleep, talking to the moon, listening for an answer.

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