[She finds her rhythm, and his next exhale comes slightly shaky. There is a piece of him that wants to reach back, but a bigger piece still that recognizes that he couldn’t. That he shouldn’t.
As a result, one hand hovers over her’s.]
No. Not you.
[He can admit that much. It isn’t just about attachment (he is in denial, regarding that), but that she was — connected to him. Be would be a fool to ignore the fact that they could have been great, if only she had joined him.
But she made that choice. Had she not understood what he had said? What he wanted for them?]
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As a result, one hand hovers over her’s.]
No. Not you.
[He can admit that much. It isn’t just about attachment (he is in denial, regarding that), but that she was — connected to him. Be would be a fool to ignore the fact that they could have been great, if only she had joined him.
But she made that choice. Had she not understood what he had said? What he wanted for them?]
You were supposed to be the future.