Day by day, year by year. Time moves and time flies.

You were the best one.
You were the important one.
You were the favorite one.

It tragic. Together its timeless. It's like Woody and Andy. It's sad that they are always apart, but when they get back together all the ******* goes away and all that matters is eachother.

I hope one day we will return home to where the fun resumes and I can dust you off and everything will be great again.

I hope one day our stories collide again and things will make sense again.

I hope one day it's more than looking up at the moon from two separate worlds and knowing that we exist in the same timeline.

I think about you like I think about drawing or taking photos or creating something new.

I think about you like a headache that doesn't go away and comes crawling back just before a fresh morning rain.

I think about you always. To bad our stories are in different books on different shelves, but I look forward to the day we can dust ourselves off and be whole again.

Until then I am let with all of the great memories of the past, and haunted by all of the bad ones.

But I got you on my mind. Always.