it hit me

that if i never tell you, i will never let go.
two verra-be-damned years and i can't forget?
i've tried, believe you me. i have.
no, screw that, i didn't just try, i fucking SUCCEEDED.
but you had to come back. like a ghost on a mission.
see victim. haunt. retreat. charge again. haunt.
you in a nutshell.

because why do i keep going back to that same damn thing.
it's not fair. it's not fair to you.
jss effing x.
how do i end up in a nearly identical predicament.
that's two, kiddo, after you.
so maybe it just can't work because
because
...
i can't do it.
and yet i can. this but not that. those but not these.
you complicate things too much.
you, you, you. who the fuck am i talking to.
i can't even tell anymore. one sentence is you and the next is you but they're not the same yous.
don't try to decipher.
you're probably wrong.