I hate how there are still some days, where I mis you like the first…
I can’t help but obsess over so much in life. I get stuck on the things that take the reality away. I will start a series of books in it’s early stages and I will follow that series while book after book come out. I will find a show that I like and just watch it and watch it an watch it until I can’t watch anymore. When I find a food I like, I will eat every day because I just can’t get enough. I will obsess and be stuck on everything that I find an ounce of joy in, until it runs out. And then I am left sad and broken. Maybe I put too much faith in my obsessions, hoping that they’ll just last this time.
But you were my favorite thing to get stuck on, my absolute favorite obsession. The world doesn’t stop with you, it disappears. None of it ever matters with you. I don’t need my books or my shows or my food or anything while near you because what I extract from those books for survival are buried within your bones for me to suck out. You are the obsession to end all obsessions, but please don’t run out. Don’t let it come to an end like all others, I couldn’t take the fallout.”
to live in this world
you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.