Accepting a loss...

As strangers come n go arms tend to not wanna open to friends on the loose... For the comfort fades with situations that haven't the ability to align as life moves... There's anyways something that defines flaws in the design it takes two to become a unit... One crack n the shattering of pieces fall from reflections as one loses it... As the comfort fails to hold on to what will eventually hurt... So being mature is the individual being honest or a reality that must be heard... As the connection hasn't a moment to gather the inevitable oitcome jys waiting around to come uo short... With pain to be had ours better to be honest than to rely on hope that has no guarantee of who's on what side of what door... Mouths must allow verbal communication to be the truth freed... It's the inning way the heart well every allow self to truly breathe...