Infinite are the items, people, and things that surround my day. I step outside for one second and this is what happens. Abnormal how often it all occurs and how it all coincides.
Signs? Or insignificant coincidences?
Torture? Or realization? Or are they millions of band-aids I need in order to stop associating them with the thought of you?
I can't keep seeing you in my head, dreaming of you at night, remembering it all, and wondering whether you even care. I can't keep missing you.
But I feel like I'm not meant to stop. I feel like this is what it all means. Someway or another the world and God is trying to say there is meaning to the confusion.
There is meaning to two okay's, to a scruffy face man, and to the day to day coincidence that can't just be mere coincidences. This doesn't just happen. Right?
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