its weird. i'm in a new apartment you've never been in, in a new job, my life is brand new completely wiped of you. i thought i'd be okay, you'd be so distant it wouldn't matter to me anymore, the slate would be clean. but fuck, man, i still miss you sometimes. maybe it was the comfort we had together, the ease. maybe we were meant to be something after all. maybe we weren't. i don't know. i think i want to talk to you again but i don't know anymore