I Used To Worry I Was Entirely

I Knew I Had To Keep Him To Myself, As I'd Slowly Begun To Keep Everything. We Had Secrets Now, Truths And Half-truths, That Kept Her Always At Arm's Length, Behind A Closed Door, Miles Away.

As If It Didnt Matter What Was On, But Instead How Hard I Was Listening.

This Is The Problem With Dealing With Someone Who Is Actually A Good Listener. They Don’t Jump In On Your Sentences, Saving You From Actually Finishing Them, Or Talk Over You, Allowing What You Do Manage To Get Out To Be Lost Or Altered In Transit. Instead, They Wait, So You Have To Keep Going.

Life Isn't Fair," Owen Told Her. "get Used To It.

I Was Bored. Sad. Lonely. It Was Only A Matter Of Time Before I Cracked.