Selfish, yea, maybe.

another day, another lonely tear when there's no one to witness. I've grown wolf-sick at this point. I'm trying to push through, to keep going, as i promised, but it hurts in the moments of silence. Now I have more reasons to avoid my alone time, because it allows me to think of you, even as I used to think of the Dragon in those moments to myself, now I think of you and regret where we are. E is trying to patch fences, to make things right between us, and I've not been resisting; but he's not who I want to talk to at the end of the day. His is not the voice that caresses the turmoil away with a light joke.