Our lives are inextricably entwined. Some days I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
I feel like a shade, just a silhouette without any substance. Flickering between real and imagined until he puts a name to me, and gives me a voice.
There is nothing I do or say that I don’t first wonder what he would think, and would he approve.
I don’t know who I am without him. My whole identity to wrap up in my relationship with him. It’s how I’m introduced, it’s how I think of myself. There is no separation of name and self. There is no self. There is only “we.”
His knots and tendrils course through me, anchoring me so tightly to him that I would surely die if uprooted.
What will I do when there is no you? I fear that I will simply fade away, becoming more spectral as the hours pass until my very essence is absorbed into the aether. My life force transmuting, inexplicable, an empty husk
Entwined, infinite, twisted.
Thin spiral notebook 
This was a little scary to me, such co-dependence. I guess I brought my own baggage to this. But I loved the intricacy of the language.
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Very powerful. Twisted indeed.
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I remember feeling like this about someone(s) and how I was so aware of their existence in the world , in my ear, in my mind even before I thought of my own life, my own existence.
There were so many lines I loved but this one ” There is nothing I do or say that I don’t first wonder what he would think, and would he approve.” is one that hit me in a place somewhere in my middle.
Lovely metaphors.
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It is a little scary how dependent someone can get toward someone else. Whether it’s a significant other or child, that he or she loses all identity to that other person, and if or when they leave (a child moving away), they have no idea who they really are.
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Loved the metaphor(s) and how you ended this, very well crafted.
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Metaphorically powerful. Brava, chica!
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