I wanted to spend time with you.
But I'm pretty sure I was the only one.

I wish that you would like to spend time as much as I did.

But I know better.

... sigh.

Burned Up.

We watched and waited

as the walls burned down around us

yet we still played with the embers.


You don't know everything.

You knew about what was written,

but not that all of it burned away.

I still think about you.

Funny, how we are.

Stupid and crazy.

Despite everything.

What are we trying to prove,
when it's all pointless?

Funny, how things worked out.

Rather, ended up.

Soon, you'll be gone,
and probably before me,
rather than what we'd thought.

I'll do my best not to say it to your face,
but all I would think of is how you're leaving me behind again.


I never thought any of that would happen again.

Especially after everything.

I'm sure neither of us did.

Seems like a common occurrence for us...

In any case...
As I said... (and as I know no one reads)...

Soon we'll both be gone from here,
and it won't even matter.

I have to stop deluding myself
into thinking that you need me
as much as I wish you would.

After everything,
that is something I need to accept.

Life goes on.