Even that hot guy...yeah, I went out with him. But regardless of the fact that he looked a hell of a lot like Marky Mark (and you know I'm a fan of Mr. Wahlberg), all I could think about the entire date was you. And how dude would have probably needed the entire Funky Bunch to back him up enough to make me laugh and carry on even half the conversation you and I used to have.
I miss that. I won't settle for anything less than that.
And those walls I used to give you grief about. I learned a thing or two about construction from you. Someone is going to need one hell of a wrecking ball. I mean...I turned down another date with Marky Mark for heaven's sake. Seriously.
It seems at this point, time is going to be both a friend and an enemy. The more that passes, the less it hurts and the easier it is to walk among the scenery, think about you and smile. However, the more that passes, the easier it is to get comfortable behind the walls, and fortify them. I can't stop walking, though, can I?
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