Gravity conspired.
I tried to fight it, but I know if I'm being honest with myself, I didn't want to; it was inexorable - like the tides. Who could resent being under such a sway as yours? You echoed the skeletons of the words in my mind when you said it was only when it grew quiet that you hated yourself. Goosebumps - goosebumps, my dear - I never imagined something so perfectly diametric to what I had thought I labelled you as.
But now the diametric seems us, and such chillingly profound, resounding truth which I thought we shared - knew - feared - was nothing but a cruel reality of two like charges repelling one another; too alike, one too repulsive to the other, and by nature and logic the most repulsive charge is discarded in natural order. This is my both my best and my only theory as to what wordless tragedy befell this relation between two entities - why now I live in waking and dreaming perpetual fear of that time of the night where all the darkness is everywhere and I'm alone and everything is just right where it belongs.
-M
