Letter to She; Caught in the Moment

Maybe it’s the music.
Maybe it’s the nostalgia tugging at my foolish little heart and telling it that not all is as it seems.
But, sometimes?
I really do miss you, you know?

Somewhere in the midst of losing myself, ourselves, the residual emotions of our turbulence, in all these irreparably committed promises of achievement,

I start to reminisce on the spectacular times spent together.
On the moments we would let our manipulable little chunks of artery dwelling be all but willing to go the distance for the unknown.

And I’m just being sincere here.

- Yours truly; He who intends to make it or die trying (And knows he’ll get eaten alive if he doesn’t).

Stay sharp, humanity.