anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.
If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?
We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.
Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.
But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.
So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.