You make me think that I’m destined to be alone.
I wonder sometimes if I’d recognize your voice after all this time.
I’m really not sure.
And I don’t know how to feel about that.
Sometimes, I think it was never really about you.
You were just there, a catalyst in my making.
And while I know this isn’t true, it’s a comforting thought.
I think it’s fair to say that I never want to see you again,
but if I do,
it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world anymore.
It’s comforting to know where you are in this world,
and it’s comforting to not know too.
This isn’t about you, but I have to tell you…to scream into the void that separates us…
It’s hard sometimes, to be here.
It’s a strange thing to hear a song knowing that it’s directed at you, isn’t it?
To be fair…
I didn’t mean to go looking for you. You just sort of appeared, like you always did, I suppose.
A newsfeed friend of a friend, adventures captured picturesque…Curiosity is a dangerously beautiful thing.
And there you were, looking just as you did before. I almost didn’t recognize you. All I could think was, oh, you still exist…How odd.
How…anticlimactic. That my breath didn’t even catch.
And then you were gone. And I felt almost nothing.
Facebook stalking isn’t nearly as intoxicating as it was.
It’s still weird finding you in places you’ve never been.