Him.

i hate the unspoken energy that takes up the room when both of us are in It.

it’s like our spirits enter another plane of existence together, and they awkwardly dance around each other, knowing, there is no one else, but the other.

i don’t know what It is about him. Maybe It is the mystery, the unknown. 

but I’m about tired of feeling his presence. I don’t ever really feel him when we aren’t in the same room. But when we are, It feels childish.  

I adore him. I wish our circles weren’t so intertwined. And because they are, I’ll pray that i find my way out of knowing him.