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It feels like it's changed.  Everything, that is.  Or maybe its always been like this and i'm just now waking up from this dream I call a nightmare.

It's all these little things, these notions, that all of a sudden seem to be surfacing in my mind - in my heart.  None of it makes sense, and yet, at the same time - makes all the sense in the world.  So how do I explain this then?  How do I make anyone else, especially you, understand what this is and how it feels to me?

Distance, yeah, that's a good place to start.  You have too much of it hanging about you, and while i want you to keep it, i want you to let me in that space of yours.  See, maybe that's a problem...that "yours" and "mine" thing.  Do we have anything that's "ours"?  It's hard to tell.  And yes, there's more.  That...thing...that instant...that moment when i expect you to remember something - and you don't.  Simple, easy little things.  Like what happened on MLK Jr. Day...January 17th.  I mean, plain as day, i remember...while you forget.

Maybe the days...maybe the moments to me are too special...while you rely on something else.  You kissed the back of my neck that day - you kissed the back of my neck, and i think i fell just a lil more in love with you.  But yeah, i don't think that mattered to you.  It was just something you did off-hand that didn't really matter to you - but meant the world to me.