I realize I probably compare the present with the past way too often. It feels almost treacherous in a way now that I think about it. I mean, it probably taints the present more, shadows any beauty that it may have.
I was telling Hina how things seemed so possible when we were little.... Isn't it surreal when the adult and the baby child switch roles? Its scary and fulfilling at the same time.
The weather's finally changing, getting just a little warmer now.. Yes, there's the loom of the unfortunate date that's coming up and that makes me a little nervous, a little uneasy.
I want to lay on the grass on a warm day and gaze up at the sky. A sky like this would be perfect, actually. Y'know, a kind of sky that wouldn't otherwise clutter your thoughts? ..I wouldn't mind being alone, but I'd probably prefer your company. Maybe we could take a walk as the sun lowers itself in the horizon, bare feet, you could lead and I'd faithfully follow. And we could star gaze, as cliche as it sounds. Absorbing the natural light from the moon and the stars, and wind that blows through our hair gently flowing them like heavenly drapes of the sort. And just silence. It'd be those rare moments of isolation and solitude that have a notion of romanticism stringed along.
I am actively having to restrain myself from messaging or saying something.. because.. y'know.. I can't be needy and missing you all the time. And yet, here I am. Kills me a little each time. Makes me so so sad.
That is all, for now.
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