but it’s physically impossible. It’s not just a song or a movie, it’s our song, it’s our movie. It’s a constant reminder that I am still waiting for my phone to ring, for there to be a knock on my door. The days are starting to morph into one, and I cannot get anything done. He’s on my mind all the time, and I know that I would take him back without a second thought. I’m so fucking weak and I hate it. I’m doing what I can not to fall into old habits, but they are more tempting than ever. I just want him back. I just want to clear the air. I don’t want this to be the end, and on such short notice, after so many years. I wish I could speak to him, at least one last time. But, in this moment in time, that’s not an option, and so I was waiting, am waiting, will keep waiting until I hear from him, because I feel like there is more.