I lie awake at night
wondering about what
will and could be.
Although I've come
to terms with not being
able to expect anything,
I still can't seem to stop
remembering the
late nights talking.
You were so easy to
open up to when my
days were cloudy.
I abused the power though,
which is why you slipped
from my fingers like
water sliding down skin.
I remember almost
everything, even the things
I don't want to remember
because they bring me
pain to think of...
both good, and bad memories.
I suffer through remembering
bad times, and I recollect
and sadly sigh over the
wonderful memories.
In the past few days,
I've come to terms with the
fact that part of me
cannot and will not
let you go without fighting.
I have time though, lots.
A little less than a months worth.
Then we meet again and
discuss how we want to
go about our lives again.
Like I said, I can't expect
anything, and I won't.
But for some reason I can't
let you go, and that's the
hardest thing about all this.
I read The Notebook and
wonder if we truly had that
Noah and Allie love.
I think we did, and still do.
But only time can tell if
that's true or not.