I am petrified. Especially now when I've stopped myself from missing you and convinced myself that you have been forever lost to the fabrication of my memories and therefore, my love.
I am petrified that I will once again fall into a state where I cannot escape the inviability of missing you so greatly.
So I close my eyes and wish you hadn't just called me to explain the next place I can expect to avoid you.
She reminds me:
Once in my youth there was Mason Red
and The Police
So lonely - I wonder if I am.
How many thoughts are good ideas left behind,
how many dreams forgotten upon waking?
I wish they had been then what I see for them now
I wonder how long forever will feel when its over -
where my love for life will sigh and retire
carrying with it, the millions of hesitations
IDEAS that could have been realizations
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