The foresight I had for you is becoming unreliable. It is like time forces me to let go when I do not want to.
I am choking on my feelings for you..
I am afraid when I sense, whether falsely or not; that you merely feel indifferent.
For I, I am reliant.
Sorry for being unreliable in return. Condemn me some more with your unintended mean words. they seized to mean what they used to; coming from you.
Which is it?
Do you still love me? or is this safe embrace got your instinct resting; for now.. hm?
I am losing my mind, dear.