I'm at a crossroad. You know, the kind that gets you thinking: "what the hell is my next move?" Well, I don't fucking know. Because there's someone I love and someone I used to love and it's all messed up in my head and I wonder if you think about me the way I think about you and I know I could never ask. But I really want to know. I really want to know if your skin tingles the way mine does when we touch? Do I creep in your head at night? Because you do, in a weird way. And when I'm with you, I feel alive, I feel myself. But I shouldn't feel that way, because this is the past, and the past can't haunt me forever. But still. I think of you.