You're losing me. I tell you no but it's not true. Every day our conversations get a little blanker, every day we say less and less with more and more words.
I live mostly in remembrances.
When
we first started talking, when we unwrapped the truths of each other
layer by layer. It was more then a first kiss or a first night spent
together, it was the first time you asked me a question and I asked one
back; the first starry night and the first freezing cold walk.
I tried, once, to remember that night with you.
Too cold, let's not stay out long, ok? Just around the block? Ok I'll agree, but in that moment I have lost the magic and so stumble beside you trying only to keep up.
Everyone
goes through this, I tell myself. Everyone comes to the end of the
honeymoon and the beginning of reality. But it's more then that. I see
you slipping father away day by day, living more and more in Virtual
Reality. Some days I ask you questions, things I don't care, will never
care about. But you seem excited when you answer them, as excited as you
once were to have me in your life.
So then, there is a time limit I
suppose. I'm sick of watching you slip away minute by minute, retreating
father and farther into your cave of a room. There will be a time, soon
I think, when I will say ENOUGH.
You will lose me then, but looking on perhaps we will both realize in years to come that you lost me ages ago.
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