Miss You

it really is amazing.

it feels so good to miss him, and not resent him.

it's kind of sad when what starts out as a hopeful something and anticipation gives way to resentment and sometimes, despair. to travel the circular path and find myself somewhere contrary or not sure what to do, i can't help but dwell in my own self-justifications and be morose.

for the most part, i know the solution to all this and resign myself to the knowledge that i can always try and forget, procrastinate, or better yet, find the fulcrum and convince the world otherwise.

but i don't always mean what i say: my foot turns on the dime. the present is always fleeting. exodus.

...

i hope he misses me too.