i hate how everything moves on your timeline. i hate how i can't get better because i can't stop missing you, but you're chugging along like nothing's wrong.  do you ever think of me?  do you ever dream of me? 


do you ever see me in the hallway and want to run up to me, to hug me, to kiss me, to joke around with me?  do you miss it, like i do?  

i've always believed that everything happens for a reason, but i can't see the reason why the universe would take you from me, unless it was to give you back.