there’s this fine line between

liking something and being actually good at it

drinking and being drunk

driving and knowing where to go

walking away and letting go

giving space and giving no fuck at all

forgive and forget

watching your back and blindly waiting

being comfortble and continuiosly compromising

giving constructive feedback and being rude

innocent and stupid

travelling and running away

alone and lonely

independent and strong

and separation never means i will love you even less