such as:

i think about the different paths i could've taken.

if i had gone out with her, how i would've wound up here.

if i had gone out with her, another her, i would've wound up there.

but instead, i'm here.

and she's laying against me as we watch a movie.

i told her, before we were dating, that i hoped one day i would just kind of wake up and everything would make sense.

she called me a closet romantic after that.

i havent woken up yet.

things don't make sense yet.

but this path, this way im going, it seems more or less right.

more right then those other paths, at least.

and who knows what august will bring.

we talked about it tonight. i asked her if it was just going to end, then.

and she put her head on my stomach. then said it probably should, but i really dont want it to.

all of this, sitting inside me, wanting to think her, wanting to show her that she'll make whoever she's with a more amazing person, that she's incredible and makes me happy.

all of that sits there.

and ill tell her soon.

but it might be too late.

too little.