I recall loving you once. I can remember the thoughts, the longing for each other's minds. See, I feel this inconsequential need to put this into a metaphor, because although the bare bone language that I would speak to my sister conveys t…

I think the care that I once harbored for you is finally beginning to tarnish on its own. The gears in my mind aren't working the way that they once did. There was the one widget that ensured that I didn't steer too far from the path that …