I was reading a story -one of tension and friends -and I thought of the faun.

Fear is seizing up my lungs. Fear of my lack of understanding. I don't know enough, but I know too much. What have we been doing for the last few months?

Have I been acting this selfish the entire time?

Friendship isn't about needing someone or something they have. It's about accepting another for who they are.

That's not enough. Nothing is enough.

If I pull away this time, if I choose to let this go, will he?

Will he pull back?

What will I do if he doesn't?



















We've been apart for too long. Or not long enough.