Reminder of how much things change.
July to February it's strange to think about.
July I found and messaged a stranger for a Christmas gift for someone I will now never see or talk to again.
I wonder who I will be this July.
I wonder who I will be this Christmas.
I wonder if I will be alive, life is so rare.
February finds me missing a married woman.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly at first, and then all at once.
I'm a mess. I'm sitting here hoping and waiting for a text from someone who loves and lives with another man. Was it even real or was it all in my head? I miss her drunk snaps, I miss our late night existential talks. I miss hearing about the job she hates and her time in Europe.
c'est la vie
Jason Mraz - A World With You