because I need to write this out somewhere or else my brain will keep going over it and over it and it wont rest. it will always be there for us. I know. I can feel it, you can feel it. so it’ll stay there, fading into questions and wondering thoughts, and it’ll keep fading from those statements we make “its funny how life works out and doesn’t work out” I wish a train ride could be the fix, or that talking it out could actually get it out-finished-over and done. but until then I’ll stay to my side of the couch and you to yours.