THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
We walk through the city. It's been a strange day, and though the sun is out, a chill's set in. You're in a good mood. I'm exhausted, running only on caffeine. My thoughts are darker that yours, more confused.
We talk about how I run away, move away. How permanence is a strange, uncomfortable prospect for me. I couldn't stand a life that's inescapable.
You turn your head to look at me as we make our way up a set of steps near the station. 'I think you need to find a love that you can't leave.'