I just had one of those feelings. The kind I've sort of trained myself to push aside. The kind I don't let prosper, or at least not consciously.

He said he might live there this summer. So, it might be another year before I see him again. There was another small tear in that big organ that gives me life.

I wonder if those promises we made when we were young laying on my bed still stand. Those promises of a life. Of a love. I wonder about those only sometimes, and then I shake it off like a wet dog.

I don't need to be weighed down by the possibilities all the time. Perhaps the possibilities are supposed to be freeing. Are supposed to be like a cold glass of water, refreshing.

For me the possibilities are just some more things I have to look out for. To try and figure out when they change from possibilities to failures. To things that could of been.

I wonder if one day I'll look back and think of him and think "ah, what could have been."

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