where yesterdays are all boxed up & neatly put away.

you're a great guy.

I wanted. to give you everything you needed, hoping that it'd be everything i needed too. but i guess now isn't the right time for that, time's run out on us and we're left with little more than a mixtape. the best one yet, but just a mixtape, nonetheless. maybe i still have what you need within me, but i just can't search deep enough for it. or maybe i just don't have what it takes to keep you, what it takes to make you happy. 4 years isn't even funny. better luck next time, perhaps. regardless, i promised i wouldn't stop being there for you. and intend to keep that promise. it's a brownie, remember? whoever ends up with you is the luckiest girl on earth.

2 months isn't any time at all, really. the more i think about it, the more i realize that its just going to whiz by, what with all the errands i have to run and stuff. well, i guess i have to leave all this behind. and believe that it'll all work out for the best. there's little else i can do right now. we all have to take what we can get, i suppose.