Open My Eyes, i see sky.

I Shouldn't Miss You When I Saw You Two Days Ago.
but i do.
I Shouldn't Miss You When You Texted Me One Of Our Inside Jokes At Two This Morning.
but i do.
I Shouldn't Miss You When I've Spent A Semi-Decent Amount Of Time With You As Of Late.
but i do.
I Shouldn't Miss You When You're Only Going To Be Gone Three Days.
but i do.


i miss you whenever i get your tweets.
i miss you whenever you don't text me back.
i miss you whenever you won't tell me what's wrong.
i miss you whenever we have pointless and long twitter conversations.
i miss you whenever i look down at your old house and don't see your truck.


I Miss You When I'm Trying So Hard To Give You Your Space,
To Put Some Distance Between Us That I Know Is Necessary.


and fighting the urge to neither call nor text you is so hard.
but i must, i must, i must.


Because Things Will Get Better,
As They Always Do.

This Too Shall Pass,
As It Always Does.


and soon enough,
everything will be right-as-rain or peachy again.
(Not That Things Are That Bad, Just.... Strained.)





It's All Just Time, Time, Time.
It's All Just Effort, Effort, Effort.


but it is always worth it.
you,
my dear best friend,
have always, are always, and will always be worth the effort and the time.



In The Words Of Jim Halpert: "Lord, beer me strength."