What is it?
What is it that holds you back?
What is it that stops you saying I love you sometimes.
Where the effort feels one sided and the realisation creeps that there’s nothing we can do to fix it?
Where poems are written and hearts are smeared on the page to be met with platitudes.
Upon giving up do we see effort.
Upon giving up do we see thanks.
But upon giving up comes the long climb back to being accepted.
Soon will be the turning point. 2 weeks to make a decision that could possibly effect the rest of our lives. Or not at all.