the masses of humanity will always have to suffer.

i miss love. being in love. romance. passion.

i almost feel like giving in, like i cant ever replicate what was once had, so i may as well just go back. but i wont. i just miss it. maybe im weak because i felt so motivated before, like i had something else in me.

i have sleepless nights still, does she? should i care?

i wonder if she ever did find that dvd i slipped into her things when i tried to delete her from my world.

the photo in my wallet is gone, even near replaced. but im starting to think true love never really dies, just gets overshadowed by common sense.



i'm a sucker.