Reflection
I realized we were getting more and more distant.
His arms never seemed to reach mine anymore. When I looked into his eyes I didn't see that light that was once there. Even our touch felt universes away. Was I loosing him? For all I know who I was no longer made sense. Who I feel inside is not reflecting anymore. I've become projectful, a word I just created. "It means: ones inability too withhold ones words, view, opinion, or actions." I've become the person who crosses the line of being the OBSERVER... This is far from the being I am wanting to embody.
