Imagine a day without all of the things which you've now started taking for granted. Live one day without what we share, and tell me that you really still believe that you have a choice and that you can walk away and I'll buy it. I'll let go. That's all I need to hear to never darken your door again or trouble your placid, painful and predictable world. Tell me that you can live without me, can spend a day without connecting to me, wake up, go to bed and breathe without a thought of me in your mind and I'll let go. Just that simple. A to B.
Simply put? I can't. Or rather, I can, but it creates such a gravity well in my stomach that it makes me difficult to stand. So. I guess asking you to leave me be is out of the question.
I'm not unhappy about that.
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