Regression

I'm reading through all these old notes and looking at old pictures...

I smile and I laugh and I marvel at myself. my old self. At you. at the old you. The old us.

And i think of yesterday and how badly i wanted to kiss you.

And i just don't get how two people who love each other so much aren't together.

And it hurts and it hurts. But I still love him. I believe in us.

and it hurts and it hurts him. and he still loves me. But apparently he believes in nothing.