full..

someway or another i keep thinking about you. i keep thinking what could have been different, and how things could be right now, the way i was sure they would be.. i haven't seen you since.. and the proximity of our meeting makes me anxious. i guess this just isn't where i expected to be right now; i thought we'd be together, sharing things people share, saying things people say, and doing things we like to do. maybe i made the mistake, maybe i was wrong.. thinking that that could be for us, or maybe you were the one who was wrong making the choice that it couldn't. i just know that i miss you, in any form.. in the before or the after, but i just miss you.

but you did succeed in something, i think so often of you, you've left no space for my past preocupations, you've filled up all the surface they filled.. now there's just you.