trust and consistency — and we each lacked in one of them.
me, lacking in trust.
you, lacking in consistency.
it’s like I’m reading a book.
And it’s a book I deeply love.
But I’m reading it slowly now.
So the words are really far apart…
…and the spaces between the words
are almost infinite.
I can still feel you,
and the words of our story…
…but it’s in this endless space between
the words that I’m finding myself now.