i like to think.

i like to think i didn't waste my time with you.
i like to think that we'll meet again someday.
i like to think that even though you are physically close but emotionally distant, that things will change.
more often than not, i don't miss you, but i do still care.
sometimes, i even wish you all the best.
i like to think the man i fell in love with is alive, somewhere.
maybe he only lives in my memories.
but no one can ever die if they live inside you, right?

i need to stop listening to country music when i'm in regina.