Timing is a bitch. Communication is hard. Feelings are fragile and some people aren't graceful enough to fall in love.
I am lost. So incredibly lost.
Tight chest, in need of oxygen.
Nothing feels light anymore.
It's hot like I'm under a microscope in the sun.
He is a map with invisible ink.
He is a lighthouse someone keeps forgetting to illuminate.
He is my translator but right now, he cannot hear me.
Reassurance. I need a hand. I need words that heal. Four words:
It will be okay.
Nothing has changed.
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