I’m writing this to further detach from my current circumstances, as they have me reeling in the greater depths of something in which I’d rather not delve into with such open hearted, shallow means. Spoiler alert: it isn’t always what it seems. Nor do you mean the same to me. Will you again? I can’t yet see. For at all costs, my love has been gravely entangled, lost. Amidst a sea of forget-me-nots, in which case you did. How surprising it was, except truly not at all.