what i am to you
"go see her," they keep saying. "go see her."
but how does this happen, how do these things grow? what am i supposed to with the warm feeling in my chest and the fear this won't amount to anything? i can't go see her if the world isn't bending a little in my favor, i can't change things without a little bit of fate on my side this time. there is too much at stake for that. and yet, too little.