I want to talk to you all the time.
You saw the mess in my head and made sense of it all. The static snow clouded my thoughts, but you saw the antenna just needed adjustment.
Given the choice of two paths, many attempted to steer my choices in the direction they wanted without regard to my needs or wants, but not you. You let me make my own decisions; you were just there to hold my hand and offer insight when I needed it most. But I can't find your hand anymore.
I reach out and grasp at nothing but air. I guess the path I took slowly pulled you away from me, which was to be expected but never desired.
I just want our conversations to resume in full force, but that would mean creating a path not meant for forever, not even for life; it would all crash down in the blink of an eye.
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