we left 5/6 of the book blank, and the
rest of the pages are still unwritten. we started off with so much passion and
enthusiasm, so much new-found inspiration we kept rubbing off each other and
sparking off flints of novelty. it was crazy and fun, and we were happy for a
while. then we started to fall back into a dull routine, comforted by each other's
familiarity and cocooned in the safety of our presence. we had each other to
hold and that was enough... but that dependence became unnecessary and
unhealthy. love is not about needing; you can want but needing distorts the
love into something ugly and dark. this sick cycle carousel is spinning out of control...
… now that the circle is split, we’re two broken
halves struck with misery. maybe this break is about us finding autonomy in our
lives, finding the courage to be whole again without each other. maybe the time
is only right after we’ve learnt to love ourselves first.
