Loving some is difficult.

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Even those one wishes to love.  Sometimes the weight of their sins, sometimes the weight of their bodies, sometimes the insubstantial nature of who they are from time to time?  Perhaps.

Sometimes it is because you can't just love them.  Some are never alone no matter how alone they seem or how else things appear.  Don't trust your eyes.

Never can be sure who isn't letting go, can't, or always who just is who?  Maybe.  Of course, you can always test, find out.  You'll know, until you don't.

Remembered something.  Can't remember what that was, exactly, now.  Though I do wonder.  Do they terrify me or do I terrify them?  I... I think so.

Good night.