come back to me
I think a lot about whether I’m doing things right. The urgency I felt about her when I was fifteen has gone, and I don’t know what it’s been replaced with, but sometimes I think that I’m too confident that things will turn out right and I should be doing something rather than just practicing indefinite patience. At the same time, I think that if it’s anything real, we need space.
It’s been three five months since I’ve seen her. I don’t think of her as much, and when I do, it isn’t with the same intensity. Maybe one day I’ll see you out in the real world, was the last thing she said to me. It can mean a lot if you want it to mean a lot, but it’s difficult to discern. No one’s ever said goodbye to me like that.