Ailedda

You cling to people like trees cling to their very last leaves before the cold winds of late autumn blow them away. I know. For long I was the one you wrapped yourself around and burrowed, bruisingly deep, until I no longer knew where each of us ended and began. Unwilling to be lost yet always escaping from your fearful, fevered eyes. I know how I pained you when I finally left. You will not believe me in this, nor when I say how much it tore at me. You never understood my reasons. I can feel the betrayal burning through you. If I was protective foliage then that burn is the forest fire. It will cleanse you, and you will grow stronger. Reme