when this idolarity began I held on to my superstitious attitude like an alcoholic gripping his last glass
confounded by you- by the idea that there is a way to love and be loved - I consoled myself by believing that this too shall pass
I was unprepared- helplessly drawn in- by the idea that an altruistic bond between two people could realistically last
My being struggled to fathom the gut wrenching transformation of trusting another- still certain I'd been miscast
it's the letting go that for me has always been the most arduous part
But with someone like you- together- I feel free to expose my disheveled heart
©olive
O