lullaby

I don’t think you love her anymore.
I think you are just addicted, and comfortable, and afraid to fail.

I want to fix it, I want to try and help, but I can’t reach you.

You don’t want her to explain the dreams she is drawing, you want to tell her you have given a character on a game her name and tell her you have given that character a cool gun. You make faces because she is drinking mead, but dude let her, she needs it right now.

She feels utterly alone, because if she connects to those who are trying to reach her and could understand, it would be a betrayal of you, it would push their faith away and marr her.

All the important parts of her, to her, are all of the unwanted parts to you.
And its killing her.

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