up down around again and you were so worried about me. but you’re the one that caved, reminded by god-knows-what, you slipped, asked, tried to look cool about it, but you knew what you were doing.
you gave in, again. yet again. that’s three times now, and i’m wondering if we need to have that little talk about power and observation. the cliché? is “can’t see the forest for the trees,” but that doesn’t work here. i can see the forest because i’m looking at the trees, the dew drops on the leaves in the trees, the leaves that have fallen to the ground under my feet, the saplings trying to grow through…..
and it all means something, but only if you see it… and a lot of people haven’t been watching, but i have….