detachment, n.

I still don’t know if this is good or bad, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it. I don’t deliberately pull away – I don’t think I do – but I find myself suddenly there on the outside, unable to lose myself in where I am.

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separated and still care. If I wanted to detach completely, I would.  Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

Happy Valentines day.

xoxo,

tina

 

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