Meet The Sides

I have two fiends, devils, dastardly diguised demons. They always appear in the most inconvenient of times. There are more of these horrid creatures than these two, but none are as talented in ruining every single interaction I have. It's like they work together to make it impossible for me to lead a normal life. The worst one is called Attachment. He is a complete train wreck. Attachment is great at finding love with his bright lovesick seafoam eyes and medium length wavy light brown hair. And he's such a show off, so he's wearing tight muscle shirts and loose basketball shorts. But he also is great at effectively making people run away from in terror. Attachment is territorial, so he goes to extremes to try to keep people in my life. That's where Fear jumps in and helps him. She, in her dreary loose children's clothes, murmurs "what ifs", "maybes", and "this mights" in his ear. Fear's deep emotionless gunmetal blue resembles the bottomless cavern of phobias that plague my soul. Her flat dead burgundy hair is waist length and represents the ties to people they try to save. But Attachment, a hopeless romantic, vyes to receive love in the same amount as he gave it. When he doesn't, Fear nipicks on the situation, jumping to conclusions. Fear amplifies the uncertainties of the relationship. So he attacks with fervor, relentlessly clinging and driving a wedge in the relations instead of tying us closer. The worst part about it is that I fall for it every time. I fall and I fall hard, hitting every single fear as I go down. I try to build a bridge out of the obnoxious attachment and persistent phobias and fears. I ruin it because I can't handle "too much" space. I can't control or contain the phobias or clinging fears. The sticky grasping hook that I put on people important to me.