November 15, 2010

Longer and longer.

I can go so long now without finding the dire need to reach out to an imaginary you.

Sometimes I see pictures of her and I get jealous. But, you’re not the only one who has moved on, and that’s something I frequently fail to realise.

You still have this power over me though—like how if I was so certain with you could I ever be certain about anything or anyone again.

One last note.
(for today)

It shouldve been Clint.