flight

I haven't thought about you in so long. How long, you ask. Today I was counting in my head and I forgot about you. For a moment in time, you were simply a number. "The fifth". The unnamed. It's like you fell off the edge of my brain for a second. And this was deeply unsettling. Because between you and me, you were my favorite.

But maybe now the colors of that nostalgia is somehow whitewashed. fading in spots, like a picture taken in the sun. Maybe the brighter something is, the more quickly the exposure washes it out.

Let it be what it is, I always thought about us. Because deep down I always knew you would never be mine. I was always aware of how high I was to never reach.

Determined to learn from Icarus, me and my waxed wings weren't going to suffer the same fate.

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