I had a deep thought about you and me, the other day. Let’s see if I can remember it.

 It basically was a grand extension of what I said about the two of us before: that we were speaking the same language, just from opposite ends of the field.

  Like, how I came from a good place, and I am slowly destroying it. And you, you came from a bad place, and you are slowly making it better. 

  There’s more to it than that, but it’s all up in the air, like birds flying overhead. I can see them, but I can’t catch them long enough to make it all make sense.

  Another thing I bet we both have in common: that we could both just get over our bullshit, and enjoy something simple, and pure.

love, me