like you'll never see me again

"of my heart, of yours. "

history repeated itself again. (:

and now we're just sitting here wondering where to go from here, or rather i'd be doing that, and all those mental answers will come rushing over and over, yet going unaccepted.

what's good for me, what's good for him. clearest, is the logic that perhaps we'd be better off away from each other, but harder yet, the doing.

this time it might be final, no matter how hard it's going to be; i'll get by, and it'll get better.

it mightn't be final, but changes do have to be made.

for now, it's the wonder of how long taking initiative will hold.

assurances of that part are something, and i know that he does mean it in a way, but humans are so unpredictable, but to that i'll only be able to hold to blind faith.

no regrets are to be made, only a wistful 'if only' remains, but that too isn't any use.

and yes, i'll think it through. i know it's a good chance to, to grow up, perhaps. and yet all along it was a part i'd play, like all the parts i'd thought one should play in a relationship. perhaps all along i've thought in terms that were better off when we weren't attached, perhaps perhaps perhaps.

but that's a song for lovers, aye?

(:


i'll miss you dreadfully, but we shall both see. for you, for me.


xoxo,
as you like it.


ps: (: no matter what. no matter what. i'll still hug it and pretend i'm hugging the one who gave it to me. no matter what, no matter what, these memories are mine to keep. mine, and mine alone. just like everything we shared is yours, and yours alone.