This is the part where I wish there was something clever to say, but there isn’t.
Try as I may to conjure a little more emotion than what my set point is used to, I couldn’t.
It’s like being stuck in the middle of something I haven’t quite figured out yet.
They say love can move mountains, but I am just a handful of sand blown by the wind.
It’s not that I refuse to be loved, I just need some air to breathe.