You

[mobileschirping]

You. I don't know if I'll ever escape you. This place and this town are flooded with images and textures and feelings that remind me of you. Today I went to the Res with Hillary, Webb and his girlfriend. The air was cool like that day when we went to play frisbee. I remember driving across the bridge of the Res listening to clocks with you, this time i heard "love is what i got." except i don't. I hate that I remember everything. Because sometimes I forget, and then there are days like today when everything I do reminds me of you, and it makes it so hard to live here and function like a normal person. I just feel like there is always an empty space beside me, where you should be. It's so hard to go places where we went, and see the silhouettes in my mind. I feel like I'm always talking about you, or telling a story that involves you, but the truth is, the majority of my stories from the past two years have you in them. I feel like I shouldn't have given you so much time and effort. I should have known that it would end. But it's hard to stop yourself from just being comfortable.

it's not that i'm not over you. i just don't feel complete yet. but who does? i shouldn't complain.

but i do miss you.