we die to each other daily. what we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. and they have changed since then - t.s. eliot, the cocktail party
why do we choose this path and not the otherwise.
maybe we both are not capable of taking that risk.
maybe we are not great lovers after all.
what is it that really scares us.
what is it that distance us apart.
i live, and die to you, daily.
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