Watching you live, feeling me die

I'm sentimental alright. But there are some things that are just too precious to me. And I wonder how I lost you in less then three years. What took you away? What made you grow apart fro me? Maybe it's just time, relevancy, or maybe there are no maybes to contend with.

Seasons do come and go, and I sometimes think that I've been outgrown. But no matter, no one's alone in this journey of being left behind or deviated from. So I think I can care, be hurt and not collapse into myself when unrequited expectations come crashing down.

Love you always.