Things are getting harder. The more space and time that comes between us the more I realize you've become a mere figment of my imagination. Reality has faded. I've forgotten this simple, but blatantly obvious truth; we've grown up and grown apart. We've become adults with responsibilities and experiences that have shaped us into the people we are; people so different from the kids we were.
I wish you were here. I shouldn't. You're not. You're a world away, a world that you are supposed to be in. Maybe I'm just lonely. Maybe I just want a Someone, not a You. Something about that doesn't feel right though, because that's not me. I'm independent. I'm crazy, obnoxious, loud and fun. I don't need a Someone. I don't need a You. I guess I just need a Me.