even harder to keep
a wise young man once said to me “things worth having in life are even harder to fight for and to keep”
so when did we stop fighting, was i just following suit? and why the fuck did i aways do that with him? his aloof, carefree attitude is so addictive, so comforting, so stress-free, but dammit i know he’s needy yet closed off at these times, do i just settle in and not pester, do i complacently accept the increase in pain killer as usual, or do i stand up and holler and nag and point out the things he’s heard again and again and hates to hear and already knows is tru… can’t i just be that one person who unconditionally accepts him- in the full sense of the word? I mean, this is how he is, this is how he will be, i can cause no change but conflict, unless lack of change means stationary, still, unmoving, unbreathing, unliving…
but who wants conflict when acceptance is right there?
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