To be honest, I feel like an anchor. Like a memory that should fade. I didn't really hold up my end of the bargain and let go of the rope, so whenever we do talk we can both still hear it in my hands and it gets in the way of the conversations we could be having instead.
Besides, it's the modern world. No one's invisible anymore, not unless they really want to be.
I catch sight of you driving by timelines now and then. Brown skin shining in the sun, hair slicked back, wayfarers on. Seems like you're doing ok. Seems like you're happy.
I figure that's enough.
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