I just don't understand, and I think that's what love is... waiting for someone because you know that they still have some growing to do, or maybe it isn't? And I'm just the one hurting myself. It's kind of like knowing the ending to your favorite movie and you expect the ending or a line to change but it doesn't. That's what I'm doing. I'm hoping there's going to be some change but there isn't. I don't know what I'm doing to myself, but I can tell you that I cross his mind daily, and I'm not just saying that to get me by... And maybe I don't cross his mind as much as he crosses mine but I'm sure I do. Maybe I'm waiting because I have hope something will sprout again, but if you can grow flowers from where dirt used to be, why can't our love grow again? Maybe Winter came too fast for us, but the rescuing of Spring comes right after, doesn't it? So why can't our love grow again just like the flowers? I know its 3am but I have literally been waking up every thirty minutes or so and the first thing that comes to mind is you.  He's the first thing I think about in the morning when I wake up and the last thing before I go to sleep. I'm fine without him, but I'm not over him, and I don't know when I will be.