i think something i've been dreading has already started to happen. those times at the airport will only be a memory now and not something to look forward to in the future. what she says is true, it's breaking apart. it might not be for the few of you but it is for me. i might've acted like it didnt matter, like i was so sure it wasnt going to happen. but i'm now the one that's left on the bus, going home or in the car, staring from the side mirror of what i cannot be part of. i guess you felt it too... seeing how reluctant you were when i was asking you bout it and since you dont wanna do anything about it, i doubt if it can ever be the same again.
i miss the past and fear the future and struggle through the present.
