First true Moment of the summer

Walking in Waterloo Park, with an old friend. Not so much old, as just has been there through everything. She's been there, through thick and thin; she's been there through black and blue. But this isn't about her. It's about you.

I know you've been gone some time now, almost 9 months or so. But it really doesn't feel like that long. We talk all the time. And though those feelings have passed, you still retain a special place in my heart. That little bit of retainment has given me hope, especially in the long lonely nights that now seem to be commiserating against me, collaborating and multiplying in the early morning wake-ups, delivered with love by my cat George. (For the record he's not mine, I'm babysitting him for the summer and just am taking care of him for the time being)

Every single time you pull me back in, breathe it in like it's never been more than just a few days since we last ...met. Listening to indie music that somehow aims at what I feel, listening to some songbird swoon over how she was in love once, and then lost it, because of something or other.

It seems we've all been through something like that before. It seems like everyone has felt like this; why is it so unavoidable? Why is it so unbelievable that we never dated, never even talked about this, yet it felt more real than anything I've ever felt before..Why is it so damn hard to let go of that moment. Moments are eternal. They're everything.

And when you can't let go, you relive the moment in every passer-by, every gaze held just long-enough, and every sappy indie song that he sends you. It's all for you.

It's all for you