His million reasons to stay...

As we sat next to each other, reliving what felt like our entire relationship, your eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay. I could barely believe, how even after all this time, no one can quite set me ablaze like you. Something as little as an unfair accusation, that I would brush off coming for anyone else, sets me down an all to familiar spiral. I guess as much as I'd like to believe that the wounds of us are nothing more than scars, I would be a fool not to admit that deep down, there is something still lurking in both of us. Something sinister.

You can run away from yourself as often as you want, but somehow the broken pieces of glass that cut your feet follow you every step of the way. But what happens if you manage to stumble upon someone who has the strength and courage to pick those pieces up? Would that mean that you wouldn't have to run away anymore, or at least wouldn't get cut when you would? Could that perhaps mean, that you you could stop wandering the endless road - that if someone sees you as something worth staying with - maybe you'll stay with yourself, too. Because when we stay locked up in the spectrum of unsolved life stories and keep hiding in an arcane prism, life remains a mystery behind perpetual tensions and a journey in a world beyond appearances. So while my life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; I knelt and did not move, for fear you'd let go my hands. "Let me stay", I wanted to beg: "Please don't make me go."