“I was always told to never get attached to people. I never knew how serious this matter was. Because they always just slowly leave. Making sure I endure all the physical and mental desolation. Like ripping a bandage off the smooth surface of skin slowly. The agonizing idea that it will be over soon. But it seems to be an infinite cycle of re applying and tearing. Begging them to get it over with. But in this case, the adhesive has a death grip to the wound. Which is actually my heart.”
