When you echo my words,
one of two things takes place.
Either you are accepting my truth, or
I am adopting your vocabulary.
No matter which it is, we are surely becoming closer.
When you mimick my habits,
It’s painfully obvious that you have accepted that truth
And just as quickly as I realize this,
My truth changes.
Please, leave me alone.
I hate change.
Allow us to remain different people.
If you don’t…
… then I’ll need to change myself to remain different.
I can’t do that. There’s no way I can.
And because I can’t…
… I may begin to remind myself of you.
And that would just be agony.