Daiito

Had a bad dream last night. Depressed. Theres this girl I know, who I love. We dated for about 4 years. And as of now, have been seperated for about as long. Time fuckin' flies. Yet I still think about her. Alot. Far more than I should. And yet, for the majority of our relationship, we were in seperate states of America. It ended when I came to England. I often think about confessing my love for her again, in the rare occasions we have an awkward conversation. But almost 4 years is a long time. Time enough to find a new loved one. Time enough for heal from old scars. And yet, for the last 4 years, I've never wanted anyone else.