I need to know. Does he love you like I once did? Does he like AlexisonFire and Outkast? Does he have the same worldly view? Is he cultured? Can he understand you like no one else? Can you really understand him? I need to know what it is that’s changed. Was it me or was it you? It had to be us. It had to be the times. That’s what changed.

“With the right drapes
The right frames
the right paints,
this could really work.”

And it could have, but it didn’t. One of the many foreseen, plausible futures that have diverted along the river of time. Or maybe one that’s been completely dammed up. No way of knowing for sure until I get there. That’s the problem with foresight, you can only see up to a choice and all the place it branches off into possibilities, then some keep branching and it all becomes a tangled mess. I don’t feel the same, but I’m worried about if I ever managed to feel that way again…especially for you.