I have missed you so much. Noone else will ever be you, and I don't even want them to be. And I have digested the fact that you have no more time for me, but it almost killed me. I mean, I almost killed myself. The whole situation was really such a mess, I don't even know where to begin.. Except with, I'm sorry. I wish I had the strength, then, to get myself to you, because there's nothing else I want to do, but be with you. If only you could love me too, the way that you did before.. before I vanished, and you moved on with your life. I wouldn't expect you to do anything less. I'm okay with us never being together again, I have moved on to the place I told you that I wanted to go. Even though I'm nowhere, there's alot inside of me that wasn't there before, or I hadn't recognized. I'm better, now, than you have ever known me. Even though my life is falling apart, I won't break if I hit rock bottom. I have almost found a reason!






I have meandered through the desert,
been entangled in the jungle,
set up shop within the tundra,
and it's all been for nothing.

Atleast, that's how it seems, at times.


Follow me, to hell and back,
then gates upon a cloud, to see
that it truly doesn't matter, to me,
where we are, when I'm with you.



Call me back, if I might falter,
and I will find a way to get to you,
if it's the last thing that I ever do,

My Love.

Even though I rarely speak your name, and life occupies me as it does, the world is cold without you. Your impact affects me still, even though I don't think of you anymore. I suppose it could have been anyone, really, but the time we had belongs to you and I. Noone really cares the way you did. Not even me, unfortunately. But I hope that your life is wonderful, and I don't want to see it. I don't even want you to say that you love me. I already know the truth. It warms my soul, from time to time. Although, never more than for a few moments. :x