There are some things that can't be shared. Not as in physically not possible, but there's a certain attachment to it thats special and others can't fathom and understand it. It's not something that can be drafted in words, nor can it be shown.

I liked it when it was simple. I liked it when it was just mine.

Then again, it could be the drowsiness my medicine is causing. Do excuse me for that.

I'll keep my peace cos there's nothing more I can say. I can't turn that impression of me in you around, cos you refuse to somehow. It hurts of course, but its starting to numb. I suppose it ain't too bad a thing now. Your words aren't those silver arrows anymore, that gleam in the dark and hit right where it hurts the most.

You're getting rusty, you know that.

Just let it go, will you? I'm getting sick and tired of it. Don't push it anymore. It's just going to irk me more and more. I'm not doing anything you think I am. By the way, thank you for thinking of me in that light. It did sting like hell that couple of years ago, etched deep in my mind, the very words you used. The words get more and more lethal as the years go by, but I get stronger and stronger too, don't you see?

Thanks for making me stronger though.