it’s funny because i see this comic strip in two parts. the first part illustrates someone asking you if you’re going to let me prance out of your life, and you’re unresponsive but there’s sadness there.
in the second part though, i’m the frog-creature and i’m crying and i’m defiant and i’m weak, and i admit, i would love to maybe catch glimpses of you from a distance, watch you, find myself beguiled yet again by your baffling existence, by your wrongness, by your ugliness, your assailing beauty.
i will always cling to my initial impression of you and adamantly block out the changes in you that have since manifested themselves. it’s not something i can help, for some reason.
