it's been bugging me for quite some time now.
his memory lingers.
and everday i think, and wonder if he thinks about me.
probably. probably not i think to myself. i'm not that kind of memory.
i wish i had that stability back. in my confidant. something i was always sure of. but i don't think he would trust me again. and then i wish i had that person to talk to. about the things that i love, and loved, and dreamt, and feared, and questioned.
i digress
