i've been fighting a ghost, a presence that i can't seem to escape. it haunts me, night after night after night. he lingers. i can see him while i'm with you. his face, his damn face. even your house smells of him. your clothes, your smile has his smile written all over you. why does he haunt me still?
i guess i will never win. you still hold onto him...and i? who am i? just shit. just pure shit left alone, waiting to harden and be blown away by the wind, buried into the mud when the storm comes. while he stays on you. on your clothes. on your walls...pictur es of your past. i am so pathetic. i am so ugly. i am mud.
you've won dear ghost. you've beaten me. she still loves you and i am just a road of convenience to her until she reaches you, her true destination. goodbye dear, goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my almost wife, my almost life.
Date forgotten, phuck the signature.