I watch as you maneuver in your cool yet sometimes awkward demeanor, as you allow your personal hygiene to plant that pimple, as you change your mind about me and our future. I watch, standing in the same spot, feet chained firmly to the ground.

Reminiscing the year and a half, the ups and downs, a crack was creeping its way down the middle. Diverging destinations, it's something we cannot control.

But sometimes, I just miss you so much it's hard to contain.