l.v.l.
All this time, and I still can't really hate you. Still have a soft spot for you, in fact. It comes down to simple, petty jealousy.
I'm jealous of your life. So, when you told me who you were, mine wasn't a reaction of small minded prejudice. My silence was just born out of jealous self loathing. I felt that, once again, you found something fantastic so easily. You are my mirror. The self I could have been on a nearby, alternate cosmic path.
So. I'm a child. Still. And have a long way to go yet. And every day that floats by is another that I regret all the days long gone. Time wasted. I could have told you that I cared. And gotten closer to you. For nothing more than the sheer pleasure of knowing a good person better.
I could have done the same for all of you. All of you that I have loved. But done nothing to show it. Because I'm lost in my own selfish problems.
I'm jealous of your life. So, when you told me who you were, mine wasn't a reaction of small minded prejudice. My silence was just born out of jealous self loathing. I felt that, once again, you found something fantastic so easily. You are my mirror. The self I could have been on a nearby, alternate cosmic path.
So. I'm a child. Still. And have a long way to go yet. And every day that floats by is another that I regret all the days long gone. Time wasted. I could have told you that I cared. And gotten closer to you. For nothing more than the sheer pleasure of knowing a good person better.
I could have done the same for all of you. All of you that I have loved. But done nothing to show it. Because I'm lost in my own selfish problems.