Statements.

You had a point when you said,

i'd want other things.

I want other things.

But i still, want you. Too.

L' absence.

Days like this,
is when i miss you the most.

And i wonder.

Why does it have to be like this?

Infinite loops of thinking and unthinking.

I don't make sense.

Hjsmfmmshf.

If only i could get a butterfly to put into words how it feels when it gets caught.

A rush of happiness.

Something about this feeling,
makes me think that, maybe,
you and I,
never left.

Parallels.

Why is it that when we dream of someone,
it means they miss us.

I miss you.

You are there.
They are all, there.

And,
i am here.

Does that make me special?