It’s so hard to let go. I can’t help but to sit and browse through old pictures and see new ones and think about how things have changed. I can’t say that I don’t miss you but I can’t say that I do either.
Where am i and what is this lingering middle space called? Is it Bitter Blvd and Lonely Ln that I’m stuck at? Or am I at a stop light waiting to pass through? But I have moved on and over and under and around.
It’s already been almost a year. So long and short at the same time. I guess the only thing good is that I’m moving.