I'm leaving the relaxation of Kelowna. I can't lie that the moment I walked home here, I rushed to see if there was some letter, some envelope, just anything waiting for me, from you. Let me ask though: How does one send you something, when they don't know your current address? When I walked into this a year and 3 months ago, I never held myself to have any sort of expectations, but now without knowing it, it seems that I do. I need to go back to being ok if I don't hear from you, see you etc. I need to go back to the days where we were strangers again...but how?

"Trying to forget someone you loved, is like trying to remember someone you never knew."

So often, I pause and notice how time flies by; I mark all my memories, my days, basically my life on some sort of timeline. For instance, a year ago I was writing the last of my Finance exams, or a year ago I was excited for a trip to Miami, or the fact that summer wouldn't be a summer. In this insurmountable amount of time so much has changed, or perhaps so little; my heart stays wrapped up in the past.

Time is so significant to me, yet I can't make it stop, fast forward, pause or just play...

So soon I'll get to experience a real summer, but I wonder if my memories will just revert back to....you?

Prove Me Wrong

I thought I was getting out of this mess; thought I would become heartless like a robot so I wouldn't feel anymore. And I swear, always, whenever I am in doubt or truly about to give up that in some way, shape or form, if I ask for a sign or if I'm about to turn away, there you'll be.

...it's the risk that I'm taking

I ain't never gonna shut you out.