sailor mars irl

“My soul will find yours.”

Choose people who choose you.

Anxiety At each passing day I lose you a little more Your first thoughts of the day Your delightful smile The inside jokes, the endless talks. At each passing day I lose you a little more The same interests, the comprehensive look The shared pictures, the unsaid words. At each passing day I lose you a little more The “good mornings” and “good evenings” The honest “are you ok?” The imediate answers. At each passing day I lose you a little more “Are you there?” “Are you busy?” “Can we talk?” At each passing day I lose you a little more Even the anger, the irritability The discomfort It’s no longer there. At each passing day I lose you a little more Until the only Thing left is Indiference.

If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.