we've gone back and forth for over three years. we've become experts at miss-communication, misunderstanding, misreading every situation. I think I still love you, but really, after three years of bullshit, two years of foreplay, teases, and tantalizing each other's ideals and expectations, and after a year without talking . . . I haven't the faintest idea how I actually feel. Our situation is tense, and always on edge. It's a whole body shiver, that does not stop.

I walk around campus wishing that I'd run into you, and fearing what would happen if I did. Would I have the courage to say hi, to tell you that I miss you, and I miss us, the hours of endless conversation we had about things that never mattered outside of our world. Would I be able to tell you that I think of you almost every day, every time I pass by our spot, our pub, our library. Those places are nothing without you there, nothing but empty voids that we once filled with laughter and hope.

It's sad because it's what I look forward to.

Who knows, a year is a long time to change, and become someone unrecognizable.