☆ There once was a time I was sure of the bond ☆
My name engraved herein
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,
Which ever since that charm hath been
As hard, as that which graved it was ;
Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock
The diamonds of either rock.
Change - it seems to come as all things do. Without warning and leaving much in it's wake. I remember once being told that nothing is really ever our own. If we are lucky, we can be of use to those that take us on as their burden. One should be lucky to even be noticed at all. Such a plain and ugly thing.
Thankful. I am so very much that. For the family that I have had - even if only for a small while.
☆ private ☆
I've been up all night again. Went for a walk along the beach this time. It's becoming warmer. The sea is still cold.
I can't reach Ted; and I feel as though Mitsuhide is lost to me. Everything is falling apart so perfectly. I wish it would stop. All of it would just stop.
It takes so much to just smile anymore. So much to even try.
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Edit: Harry, Mitsuhide's come home. I didn't see you at the meeting place - maybe we missed one another.