The impulse

I do understand the impulse.The impulse to put your hand out and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch even if it’s wrong. The point is you can’t control these feelings. Even if they’re wrong, they’re there.They’re always there.

Always

Don’t ever think I chose to leave because I wanted to, I didn’t. It was more like I needed to. We were killing each other.