is this real? have i entered some kind of machine where i've gone back in time and you miss me? i was intense then but i'm worse now so i don't know if you want to hear me but i miss you, even if i only think of him. i chase him to pass the time and try to get him to understand me on the level that you do. but he's so wrapped up in his own experience that he can't hear me. he sees me. but he can't hear me. you do. you smile at my flirts and our rapport is undeniable. i chased you hard for a reason, right? i realized your beauty and wanted to encourage it but you didn't see me. and now you do.
do i want you?
i want to provide for you. but we have to be together, in the same space, for it to work. i was so raw then, so ready and desperate for a place to belong and you let me stay. stay past my time. and now that i've convinced myself of a new project, you want me back.
ain't life a bitch.
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