He was a stranger before you knew him. But it was the newness of him that excited you, the undiscovered possibilities that he represented. He was adventure. He was a choice. He was your freedom.
For so long, he continued to be your freedom, he provided all the adventure your heart thought it would need.
Days turned to weeks, into months, and still into years and that boy who had your heart in the center of his hands was still there. Sometimes. Sometimes, that boy turned into someone else. Something else altogether monstrous, unlike anything you've ever seen from him before.
But it wasn't all perfectly new, was it? There were scattered moments through all of those days before you that showed the possibility of the monster he might be underneath. Small, throwaway moments that you shoved aside. "It's a bad day.", you would tell yourself, "He didn't mean it like that," you would insist.
But now that you've had all that time and all that distance between you, it's easy to see that all those small things that you threw away had made a much bigger pile than you realized.
It's funny how a person can come full-circle that way, isn't it?
He was a stranger before you knew him. And he became a stranger again by the end, too.
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branchandroot
Day 1: Stranger
Date: 2021-11-01 05:41 pm (UTC)For so long, he continued to be your freedom, he provided all the adventure your heart thought it would need.
Days turned to weeks, into months, and still into years and that boy who had your heart in the center of his hands was still there. Sometimes. Sometimes, that boy turned into someone else. Something else altogether monstrous, unlike anything you've ever seen from him before.
But it wasn't all perfectly new, was it? There were scattered moments through all of those days before you that showed the possibility of the monster he might be underneath. Small, throwaway moments that you shoved aside. "It's a bad day.", you would tell yourself, "He didn't mean it like that," you would insist.
But now that you've had all that time and all that distance between you, it's easy to see that all those small things that you threw away had made a much bigger pile than you realized.
It's funny how a person can come full-circle that way, isn't it?
He was a stranger before you knew him.
And he became a stranger again by the end, too.