Sat around the past two months rereading every text message, so I booked a flight to the west coast to outrun my thoughts. I drifted through Los Angeles hoping to forge experiences, you followed me on vacation- I clearly lost.

It feels wrong, ever since you quit me.

Found myself in San Diego drinking beers on a bar patio, unseasonably cold and uncomfortable, thinking of you. I've sat around the past two months evaluating every outcome, a decision made for both of us...all is lost.

It feels wrong, ever since you quit me.
It would feel right, if you were here with me.