Am I going backwards? Not wanting to let go of something in the past. Not wanting to move on to the future. Not wanting to take a step ahead of me. Am I really really really going backwards? I can’t stand the sight of him going away with someone else. He is slipping from my fingers. Have I not come to realize that truth? Or just not wanting to admit the truth? Which one? Who knows? Maybe there's something behind it and maybe not.
