As I flip through the faces every now and then one will catch me. Tonight she was there, the phantom connection. The one in which I know I am not in the right space to accept but still I can see the imagined future. Her small and sweet, me babying and hurting her. It is the balance to when is missing from K. The yielding softness. She has her moments but she is filled more with fire than honey. In the end it doesn’t matter since I know I would not be able to sustain the strong facade. I am just a small on the inside.
Nena
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