Childless

I am overcome with sadness - for her. She will never experience motherhood and for a woman, not having a choice in that matter is the worst thing possible. Her laughter, her smile, her beautiful personality are just a cover. Her mother wept, I'm sure she does too.

He told me that he wasn't looking for love. His talk reminded me of the young one. He just wants to have fun. I'm afraid that he might become just like the rest of them and if he does, then he can't be mine. Futo, just futo. Yes, the maki, futo.

I thought. A lot. I reminisced, I laughed, I cried. I shared those feelings with you and you played along pretending to care though I could see the indifference in your eyes that gazed out the window and your yawn that reeked of boredom. Your attempts at relaxation threatened to become my bane once again and I pushed you away. I believed that if I distanced myself from you, things would retract to the way they were before the madness began but how can you get to unknow a person once you get to know them? You can't.