paragraph 6

I was looking for confirmation in useless vacant terms. Searching for solace in my own brand of self-destructive lunacy. We had always been on the opposite sides of love. For months, I let that be enough for me. Because it was all you were willing to give, and I wanted something. Anything to attach to those hands, that body, that face, those moments. Somewhere along the way being your ambiguous in-between no longer was enough.