Simplicity???

7 months... wow.

This is just a little urge I have to write something, and I am out of my creative bliss, so bear with me, whoever you are.

Nothing is ever simple, is it? Even simplicity itself is complicated in its own way. This should all be so simple, and, somehow, it isn't. I was supposed to stop loving you a long time ago. Is what I feel now a wave of fond memories? Just a remnant, a ghost? Or is it a rebirth of something that died when our lives changed. Is it coming back? I don't think I want it to. I'm happy with the way my life is, though now I have a strange, inconsistent urge for it to be something else. Maybe what I'm trying to say is that I, very unintentionally, miss you.

Nevermind