I picture Esfegione crumpled on the ground, his heart
broken, the great terror clawing through his insides, his desire to stay near
the ground, something safe and hard, as the dreadful abandonment shakes him. To
know you are so abysmally worthless. To be discarded so easily. And even if you
wanted to, you couldn’t blame them, they are the air you breathe, the sun, your
reason for existing.
I was thinking about the lengths I would go, sometimes safe,
sometimes crossing boundaries to assure someone they were worth it. Like, my
greatest fear in daily life, is that someone I love would feel that way, and my
second greatest fear (by a tiny margin) is that I will again.
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