The days are now hectic, but I still find time to think. Sometimes those moments pass without warning and sometimes I bring them on. Everytime I think, I wonder what happened. I should still be with you is what passes through my mind. Once that comes I push it all way. Why? Because I can’t handle the truth I guess. I don’t want to.

People say that we shape our lives, our future, but I didn’t shape this. I didn’t shape falling in love with you, I just did. I didn’t shape knowing that I will always love you, but I have never felt anything more clear. I didn’t shape you walking away, it wasn’t my choice. Or did I? No. I couldn’t have done a thing, even though I tried everything, and I would do it all over again. If I had the chance, I would do it all over again. I can’t, and I didn’t shape it that way either.

Nothing is the same and it probably never will be. All I know is after hectic day and I close my eyes to sleep, there is one person, one face that comes to view. Everyday you are the last person I see.