I thought that if I went back, if I kept letting you hold me, you’d never want to let go. But you did let go, every time. And when you’d take forever to come back, to hold me again, I’d still be there. I never let go, your touch, your arms, trapped me. I didn’t realize it but I started to suffocate. I started to suffocate in the ideas of what you could be, what we could be. Even so, you continue to disappoint me, but I’ve yet to let go.