we haven't talked in months yet I feel like I'm supposed to know you.
well I don't, and never did, since that's why we fell apart.
it doesn't always happen that way though.
sometimes it's different.
sometimes we are ripped apart long before we should be so that all that's left is the hurt that comes when something ends that shouldn't have and someone's gone but you're not.
that hurts the most. that takes me the longest to overcome. i write the most about that because i still love the idea of what we were going to be, and watch the skies for signs of you.
my heart needs time time time.
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