Sitting in my room in the
dark,
listening to Ween,
and checking my phone
every few seconds,
is familar to me.
I know they say,
you shouldn't go back,
you should move forward,
but then how come it feels
so good to sit
and just let yourself believe
for a second that it's all true again.
It was good wasn't it?
I'm afraid of what might
happen if I ever actually
asked him that question.

I've tried for days to
write something
beautiful about you,
but I can't find the words
to say.
Because I haven't seen you,
or heard your voice.
But I know that when that day
comes I will practically
write a novel.

She had gypsy dreams,
and he had the wheels
that could take her to
places she didn't even
know she wanted to go.

My eye ***** can't stop
watering.
I feel like I could cry
for days.
It's not all because of
my car dying tonight,
it also has a lot to do with
my whole day and
my whole life.
None of it is going right.
I'm tired of trying.
Of fighting.
I just don't want to do it
anymore.

I saw my breath in the air
for the first time this year.
How appropriate that as
the season changes so
does my life.
He is talking to me again.
But I can tell there's a lot he's
not saying.
There's a lot I'm not saying.
I knew this day would come.
We have a relationship
like magnets.
It doesn't matter how far
apart you put them,
a force you can't control
will always bring them
back together.

I really want to talk
to you,
but I don't know what
to say.
I can't just say hi,
it's been too long.
But I also don't want to
dump a year's worth of
feelings in the first message.
If only I could think
up the right words to say.