He’s all too accessible and elusive.
Cryptic in his open pretend.
He shows me over and over that I will never be inner circle.
Not again.
I will never know him.
Not again.
And he has completely forgotten that I ever did.
In the all too familiar.
In the memories he doesn’t have.
In the memories I can’t shake.
I don’t want to miss anything.
I've already missed everything.
But in the end, I didn’t miss a thing, did I.
Not one thing.
It’s so hard to be right here and so far away.
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if i got this one correctly, i completely agree. the unseen walls we build are harder to crush than the ones that are real.
I'm amazed how you can provoke such a great empathy for a character in so few words and for the awareness that always seems to arrive to late, in relationships.
That's exactly what it feel like to have a teenager.
"Cryptic in his open pretend."
Wow.
This is great.
Yeah. I never understand how those doors can be closed once opened. I think it requires a great deal of pretense on the part of the door closer.
Fine crafted words, Valley woman!
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This line struck me:
He’s all too accessible and elusive.
Cryptic in his open pretend.
So subtle, simple, and amazingly beautiful.
cryptic in his open pretend
exactly.
i know someone. we used to be best friends. i knew him so well and now he pretends.
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