I have accepted you for what you are:
The trigger of my insomnia.
My hope was always that it could be going on, as good as new.
But that was a point done and gone a long time ago.
And I don't expect to find the same ghost anymore.
And so I am learning how to live with a love I can't share.
It is always devastating to realize that,
one of the most important persons I've met in my life,
simply doesn't think about me at all.
But what am I supposed to do with it?
I don't have the mania that I need to keep plucking the leaves of what made me grow.
Listening: "Angels"
by The XX