#040 A Recollection of Deimos

Dearest push to my pull,

You are correct about the parties; I was never alone yet always lonely until you came into my life. Everyone avoided you like the plague but I knew better than to believe that your gloom was infectious. You noticed my heart’s vast emptiness and turned on the light; I’d never felt so seen before.

I’m sorry if I burned you, but you were the one to light my fire. Even now, sparks fly between us.

To stop loving you would be to hate myself. And maybe I do…

The immovable object to your unstoppable force.