I am me and you are you so when the mask slips, we simply pull it back up and smile as we feel it tear into our skin, and just like that, we are good to go, and a tragedy waits with impatience to take birth.
I sometimes forget the things I used to like; pretence wraps itself like a rope around my throat I cannot help but wonder if you are tired too, trying to find the line in the ocean beyond which we have sunk, and if it is possible to float back up or whether we have swam past the nautical point of no return.
Fate laughs from somewhere in the sky, because for us to be together I must become the person you like and you must do the same we trapped each other in an ideal for far too long and reality would be too much of a shock to our senses you see, it's no good lighting a fire if we haven't learned how to put it out.
I am five years old. And though I know nothing of religion, without having the faintest idea of what it means, I feel in my heart that my parents are Gods. I do not question their intentions, and accept things at face value.
I am ten years old, and the world is no longer binary. No longer defined in black and white. My parents' veneer of invincibility has slipped. Their chiselled perfection is in ruins and I realize they are only human, making the sort of mistakes that are very decidedly mortal.
I am fourteen and learning to figure things out for myself. It is an epiphany when I realize that my voice has been forged by the opinions of others. It is a steep climb, as I try to strip the stereotypes that society has ingrained within me, washing them off my skin one at a time.
I am sixteen and a half as I hold my pet in my arms for the first time. He looks at me with helpless yet hopeful eyes, trying to determine if I am an angel or the devil. I realize for the first time what it means to love someone more than life itself.
I am twenty three as I step out into the unknown. My heart feels like it could explode as I walk away from everything that is familiar, everything that is comfortable. No matter how good you get at saying goodbyes, each new one reminds you that it never gets easy. It never will.