It seemed to him that all his life he had followed the ideals that other people, by their words or their writings, had instilled into him, and never the desires of his own heart. Always his course had been swayed by what he thought he should do and never by what he wanted with his whole soul to do. He put all that aside now with a gesture of impatience. He had lived always in the future, and the present always, ALWAYS had slipped through his fingers.
somehow i came across this song again after 4 years
...i just realized today that im never ever going to be able to forget you.
...but i think i also healed a little bit more today, the good kind of healing.
no more jeff, no more. its time.
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