postcard

i've spent years trying to get away from you, to tear out this bind that connects me to you so deeply. i don't think i will ever recover from longing, this painful sort of devotion. i fear it may follow me for the rest of my life, long after you are no longer a part of it. i fear i'll be 30 and wondering where you are. i fear even more i'll be wishing you were beside me, still...