Been procrastinating on doing this topic. Not much to say. Please review!
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Every day that we are separated, I am reminded of how different we are.
We've lost interest in filling in each other with our day; the bads and goods and our troubles, in waking up early to see the dawn break into a thousand shards of asters, in trusting that we could live through the lies thrown at us in sync steps. You decided to battle through them, and I was forced to wait and pray to the One that I am not sure that I believe it.
And when we argue, you cry words of spite because of the load you're taking on, while I bicker because it is the only way I know you are real, and not in Central living your days enclosed in such a promise.
Our morals are different: you're loyal, and true, and stubborn, and gallant… sometimes.
I'm neatly tucked away like the folds of bedspread, creases smoothed out like my composure and blankets spread over to hide my fear.
For you.
You always were more reserved than I was when it came to the reality of our time spent in this entity.
It takes a death that you were obsessed with preventing to break you down, and it just takes your cold, golden eyes portraying your secluded sorrow to make me.
You're content with bloodshed and moving, while I just want to be home, and secure, and stable.
With you.
Ed… we're so different. We clash and contrast as the sun's knowledge and willfulness would against the moon's illusions and reveries, that white light ablaze in the flames of your orbs and the dark silhouettes of your back on the cool horrors of the deep night outside of our comfort zones.
But perhaps the statement 'opposites attract' is truer than I have been lead to believe.