I'm trying not to wait for you. To get on the next train rather than waiting forever for you at the station we last saw each other at.
People change over time. You will not be the same guy I loved 6 months ago. I am holding on to a memory, on a hope of who I wanted you to be. Even if we tried again, you will not be the man I expect you to be. Who I remember you as.
You are off experiencing things to make you a better or a worse man. I am changing too.
Who knows what shape you'll be in. Will you be coming off a train like you've came back from war? Or will you be running to me on the platform because you realized you lost the best thing to happen to you?
I'm trying so hard to walk away from the ghost of you.