Almost too late.

We argued again today.

It was really bad this time.

They keep getting worse.

When will they stop?

Or is it already too late?

I hope not, I think.

What is happening to us?

Is it because you are moving,

or because you are moving on.

Will we pull through or

drift apart?

Are we just going to stay

this way forever?

If it gets much worse,

I'm scared our bodies

will connect in a violent manner.

That is how you were brought up,

wasn't it?

You hit whatever or whoever annoys

you or gets in your way

like a bug ...

Like it will make everything

all better, right?



I love you, but it's

Almost too late.