This morning, I was talking to a girl who was a lot like me. And I said a lot of good things–things that I myself needed to hear.
I’ve stopped anticipating movie marathons together or you going home to me.
I’ve stopped dreaming of spending more time with you.
I’ve stopped including you in my travel wishlist.
I’ve stopped craving for our next pig-out.
I’ve stopped waiting for that huge teddy bear you promised, or that ice cream.
It’s been a while since the last time we did everything.
Your flaws are funny and they make you special.
You were beautiful. You were very young and innocent.
I wonder what’s up for me in five, ten years? What’s up for us?