Never the same.

You know when the feeling starts to creep in that you're aware things will never be as they once were. That new way of being.

That... heartbreak of losing something you hold dear.

It's that sort of forced feeling, isn't it?
Making you handle it, pushing you to let go of something even if you don't want to.

You have the fears of letting go too soon.
Maybe it'll pass..  it's nothing personal.

The fears that keep you in place.

How is it you can live so honestly but somethings you can not admit, those words can never come out of your mouth.

Would it fix anything? Make it worse? Make it better?

Are the things you foresee losing worth the risk of a confession?

What is worth the risk?

Seeing the shift and feeling it's never going to be the same.
Maybe it won't and that's okay, maybe it will get even better or it continues to get worse.

Until someone is willing and brave enough you are sort of left to wade in waters, without safety.
Just set to drift as far as the sea can take you before you are exhausted and give up or maybe you'll be lucky and someone will rescue you.

And then you'll know that the fears you had about everything changing wasn't for the bad, it was for the better.

At least you can hope so.