Our statuses, updates and timelines are our way of communicating with our backs facing themselves while we steal a couple of peeks into the perks of pretence about our lives without each other together.
We wish we remained a union as though our past reunions ever really brought us together.
Unfathomably, we remain a bond of onion layers to each other's eyes, causing ourselves expensive and stormy, teacup-full teardrops.
Every locking of our eyes onto the with the other opens a tap of a hurtful amount of hot tears that dry up our ever present sorrows outlining our phantom love.
Ours is a model of Romeo and Juliet existing in a our skull-sized hell kindled with foolish infatuations. Soothing. Fulfilling.