yeah, i’m great at fucking things up at the last moment…it’s always the little things that count. the slip of the tongue, the wrong expression at the instant it should be a different one. “remind me not to let you do that anymore.” fair enough. i’ve realized the truth…she isn’t coming back. no one is. no one is going to pull up in my driveway, no one is going to come knocking on my door at 6am (for the reason i want them to be), and no one is going to sneak in at night only for me to wake up to a smiling face. oh well. perhaps the others will. goodnight, to those of you that are staring at the same moon as me.