I have written too much and too long about you hoping the words would bring you closer to me but they never did. I’m out of words now, I’m out of mind too. I forgot to think when the thoughts about you were coming to an end. Maybe loving you was the only thing I knew to do. Maybe writing about you was the only way I could continue breathing. Or maybe they were way to keep myself from moving on from you. I didn’t want to move on, to forget you but I did. I’m sorry but I don’t look for you anymore. I am finding myself now.