There's definitely some drifting going on.
I feel different. The attention is not on me anymore. I don't think I ever got enough attention before things started to happen.
I don't look at things the same anymore. It's a combination of things. Mostly because you became involved in your life and there was no extra little space for me. You started to brush me off and I became something that could be disposed of but recovered at any given moment. My mind went back to you out of habit but my heart knows better. My heart slowly started to diminish the fire that burned once. My love for you was once the most beautiful blooming flower until you started to pick the petals out one by one. I don't know when it started to happen. I guess it's because I don't think you accept my creative side. You roll your eyes at me and my blogs. Without art there is no life. Life is art! Writing is an art form. Art gives me the means to communicate to you things that I cannot say verbally, I guess that's an issue for you. But you don't see that. You just roll your eyes and think I'm ditsy for writing. You think it's dumb and stupid and unnecessary
I want to feel the same but do I really want to go through the cycles again?
Oh, and by the way, you've shown signs of drifting. It's not just me.
Just when my trust was ready to be 100% there. Just when I was starting to get comfortable and secure.
Isn't it always like that?
