i had a dream about you last night, because i read on that stupid website about how your bike got stolen. which made me realize that i didn’t know you had a bike. did you have a bike when i knew you? i don’t think so. i don’t remember it if you did. it was such a short time, really. that time we were together could fit tenfold into the amount of time that’s passed since i’ve seen you. but still. i think about you sometimes. sometimes, i do. I’m not sure why. i think about how it would be different with you, if it had worked out. how everything would be different. everything would be so different. 

it wouldn’t have worked anyway, i know. i didn’t have enough love to sustain both of us, couldn’t make it big enough to fill both your heart and my own, as well, where your love for me should have been. it’s no way to live, really. it’s no way to live.