Time seems to pass a lot quicker these days. I no longer find myself counting the days that have passed since I last spoke to you or saw you. I no longer find myself attempting to hang onto the little bits of you that I had left. I guess in a way I just gave up and stopped waiting for you to be the person that so desperately enacted you to be. And instead I sit semi-satisfied with my effort, but completely content with my decision of absolute failure and avoidance of hurting myself further. It is kind of weird, that I have become so content with the fact we will never be everything I want us to be and yet I don't think a day goes by where I question my feelings for you. It's a funny business these feelings I am holding hostage.
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