changes and candybars.

i'd love to think that you will someday come around. but you won't..and i need to find a way to be okay with that. people change, i've changed. and you were not the first one to point that out. i won't lie and say the things you've said haven't impacted me, made me think, and put my thoughts in a new frame of mind. but i will lie and say that the things you said didn't hurt me, because it's still hard for me to come to terms with the fact that everything you have thrown at me so far has had a taste of truth to it.


i like who i am. who i've become. that doesn't mean i don't miss parts of who i was, who we were, and the things we did. memories are at the top of my list of my favorite things. im glad your tangled into them somewhere.

yoga should be fun. im ready to be in a new position. twisted into some crazy thought process that will put my mind at ease. pretzel, criss cross applesauce, the "crane". maybe i'll try it hot. maybe not. your truth doesn't sit well with me anymore, it definitely left a bad aftertaste. so tell me what your wanting from all of this..a new story to whisper throughout the ears that will listen? or are you truly honestly worried? im looking for answers in all the wrong places. i could just be ignoring the things i don't want to hear, or maybe for once im right about something. i haven't checked the roof yet, or in front of the bathroom mirror. i skipped the trailer and the little store just down your street. im not ready to say goodbye.

tucked into my box are candy bars, tar-tar, and coffee creamer. those were always the things that made you smile. i need you.