Scratching the Itch
There are things in this world that are beyond our control. One of these things is your feelings. People will argue that you can control your feelings and to a certain extent you can, but you reach a point where you realise that in controlling certain feelings, you're just denying their existence.
The more you think about them, the more real they become. The more concrete they are and as a result you think about them even more, until you just can't get them out of your head. As a rule, these feelings generally relate to other people. People you can't stop thinking about. Those few people you meet who just get right in, under your skin and leave a little piece of themselves right there under the surface. At first it itches just a little. A small persistant irritating itch, like when you first get a mosquito bite. But once you start scratching, you just can't stop.
The itch intensifies and you're left sitting on the sand furiously scratching until, suddenly it bleeds.
That's when you realise, perhaps the scratching wasn't such a good idea. Maybe, just maybe all that time, dragging your nails, could have been spent doing something, anything, that didn't bring about blood.
The problem is, after all that scratching, you're left with a scab. Which you can pick at. When it finally heals, well, you find that you still have that initial mosquito bite and you're left with a decision. To scratch or not to scratch? Is the relief from the itching worth it?
You also have to ponder the question: Will the itch ever go away? Is it something you will be forced to carry with you forever? This person, now deeply embedded under your skin. Will you always hear them inside your head? Will you always see them in your minds eye?
Will you ever build up the courage to ask if maybe, even just once, you managed to leave a little part of yourself inside them, just under the skin?
Are you infact scratching mutual itches?