You know how some people just naturally flow into each other?
How their conversations, however often or seldom, feel effortless?
While I’ve never assumed that ours would ever be that simple,
I thought it would grow into something more familiar.
But still, after all this time, your words of love for me sound contrived.
Your touch feels more and more foreign.
And I’ve realized that while I’m sorry to have dragged this on for so long,
I’m not sorry enough to stay.