The premise of it all was unhealthy in the first place. You never cared about what I wanted. The future you thought of never had an us. It was all to satisfy your own desires. Imogen Cortis-Jones. I am better off now, much more than I used to be. Those feelings though, I’ve never again felt it. How is it that I can still be attached to such an idea. That my thoughts wander towards you. Whether you’re doing alright, or if you’ll ever be back. It Just wanders. Desire. A strong sense of desire is within me. Is that healthy? Is it healthier to not desire at all? I envisage a world where you softly whisper in my ear. Where we’re together still. I wish I never accepted any advances. We would Not be good friends, but perhaps acquaintances. That would be better than nothing right. If you can’t be with somebody you love is it better to be close to them, and suffer through it. Look at then afar. Or pretend those feelings are moot. Those feelings, are they real towards that person.
