And then goes, and then comes, and then goes.
I know that the only way to help myself is to help others.
I have a sense of direction and a sense of purpose and a plan of action.
If you don't choose me, that's okay. You never had to.
You mean more to me than that. You transcend time.
But I do have selfish romantic desires to be with you. It's just that I love you so much either way.
And I miss you every day.