maybe in the end, that was our hamartia- the fatal
downfall that knocked us off of our feet. i loved you for exactly who you are.
all of the nasty bits of you that you tried so desperately to keep hidden, from
the outside world and from yourself. i loved you for every crack, every missing
piece. but you... you were still becoming. still shifting and molding yourself.
still letting the world mold you- like a canyon, wearing down until there was
only the parts of you left that i, alone, could still recognize. you had this
idea of who you wanted to be, and my love was too thick, too heavy. you saw
your wings being pinned down by the weight of it...of me. you thought it was me
keeping your grounded, but god, i swear, all i ever wanted was to see you
fly.
