I have been trying. I love a little less fiercely and a little more cautiously. I haven't written letters in a while and have kept mine stuffed in a diary lying deep inside a cabinet. I have been trying. I unsee all the little observations I make. That laugh that made me glee, it's unheard of to me. I have been trying. I have stopped conjuring up the feeling of warmth in the hours I lay awake daydreaming. I have stopped breathing. I have been trying. I shrug when I use the phrases that once didn't roll off my tongue, instead of blissfully gleaming. I choose to ignore the familiarity that shrouds me when I smell the scent that used to have me reeling. I have been trying. My sleeves are tucked and the heart is securely locked away. I kill my hope as soon as it starts fluttering again. I love a little less fiercely and a little more cautiously. I have been trying.
