I think about how much she hates me, and I'm okay with it. We used to be two halves of the same being but now we're split in two and we've gone in wildly different directions from one another. We used to meet in the middle but we've flung ourselves in opposite ways. I'm sure that I would seem unrecognizable to her. She is soft and springy like the country side, like hand crocheted lace or a nice picnic, or a cabin in the woods next a brook. She is open and airy and natural. I am artifice at it's most elaborate. I am cold and metallic and sharpened like steel blades. I think I would notice her right away.
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