Like playing the tug of war, he was pulling away trying to get a hold of that quest that he called space. He clutched the end of the rope in a way where he’s all set to let loose. And you, you tightened your grip, fighting to win him over. But you knew you can’t keep holding on. Then the world fell apart and you’re exactly where you were on the afternoon you chose to let go. When you said the closure words and he just nodded his head and left without saying a word.
A box of crayons of different hues, as colorful and diverse as our thoughts. Welcome to my crayoned thoughts! :)