"When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I’ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear"

That line, that single line was in my head all weekend. It wasn't until this morning that I moved on to the next five lines and realized that things have already changed, had changed long ago and I just kept clinging to the past like it was real.

So I'm taking steps, going forward. If you're still around that would be nice. But I won't push for you to move past your past. You won't. I don't think you want to. It doesn't matter. I can't change anything but myself, so change myself I will.

How to touch all the pieces I want to give you? I can't. Maybe one day you'll guess.