Nostalgia
Once upon a time, in the dark of the past, there was someone, someone who would be forever. Someone to prove wrong my angelism, to show me that sharp points deserve comfort as much as soft. "Don't pick me up if you can't," came the warning, "Stronger than you have failed". But I didn't listen, I didn't understand, I didn't want to. I lifted, and for a time, our love was like a disc-grinder upon steel struts, all work and fire and beauty. My eyes watered under the strain, but still I endured. I loved so much I wouldn't let go, until my tendons strained, and my muscles ached, and my internal organs would burst. But still I held on, digging my fingers in deeper to keep hold. It hurts, but there was no other way. And then I just... let go. Couldn't say why, couldn't see or think straight. The removal of the weight was so that I almost collapsed under the surprise, I don't even know if you hurt yourself on the way back to the ground. Regret nagged, but it was for the best, I loved too fiercely, cared too much, hurt me and you in the name of us. Some parts of this story just repeat and repeat, before and after. I hope some of them I don't.