Stop haunting me, for the sake of everything.
You've changed almost beyond recognition. I've changed in the same direction I've always been changing (tame and away from danger).
And yet, and yet. I can't get the lines of you, silhouetted against dark curtains, out of my mind. Your hair is just as bright, that shining river of honey strawberry yellow-red that crashed through everyone you stood too near. You were forever standing too close to me, watching my pulse twitch.
I love the newness and the sanity of you, but at the same time, I can't let that gorgeously messed past you've got quite go.
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